What doesn't kill you makes you stranger. And strangely more able to cope.

I think it is grief. Not just for ourselves or family but the whole damn shebang. I’ve been without the cold feeling in the pit of the stomach long enough to know that it has returned! It’s also the contradiction. On one hand everything is normal - you’re in your home, doing normal things. Except of course it’s not. I’m reverting to my active treatment mantras - one day at a time, don’t fret about things that haven’t happened, don’t overthink.