Today didn’t start well.
I’d set the alarm for 5:30pm instead of 5:30am, so I woke up an hour late and straight into that familiar rush.
But despite the shaky start, the day found its rhythm.
It was organised, and somehow everything flowed the way it needed to.
And then, finally, after months and months of pushing, questioning, advocating, not letting things fall through the cracks… the gold standard medication has begun.
I don’t think “relief” even covers it. It’s more like a cautious exhale I didn’t realise I’d been holding for so long. I’m crossing everything I have that this is the turning point.
Because yesterday is still sitting with me.
The image of my girl, so frail, so unwell, it didn’t leave me.
It followed me into the night and kept me awake, my mind circling the same fears over and over.
It’s a hard thing to see someone you love look so close to the edge.
But today feels different.
Today there is a thread of promise.
And right now, that’s enough to hold onto….. for all of us.
The Lady in the Back Row 