I knew November was going to be chaotic, but not this bad. The last week has been riddled with worry and regret and intense "what if" planning, making it the longest week of my life. My dad's medical scare is still an issue, but what was leaning toward a diagnosis of liver cancer is moving toward something else. Not sure what that something else is yet, but it's got my dad feeling more hopeful and there's even more hope in that.
Writing has slipped to the background for a few days, and probably will for a few more, but Black Violas is awaiting my attention, as is Carter's crit. I'm not getting lost this time.
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Hugs, Dawn. I'm sorry to hear about the problem with your dad. I hope it all works out. Take care.
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