Yesterday my husband brought me to Radiation.
I look forward to when he brings me because it means a nice lunch out, just the two of us. I really like that.
Yesterday I had several appointments so couldnt ride the "Party Bus".On these extra appointment days he takes off from work and takes me.
The whole dang day all I did was talk about the bus, talk about the driver, talk about the Party goers and talk about how it is to be in the waiting room waiting for treatment. Like they were family. And I desperately missed them.
How odd is that that I'm addicted to my Party bus? I hate that stupid van and I hate the whole thing but now I see that since its become my world that when I was away from it yesterday I fretted over missing something while I was away. I realized I identify with them more than my family or friends and I feel more comfortable there. This little bit of personal trivia makes me feel very uncomfortable.
I cant wait to see the people and the driver and that is just odd. Heartbreaking but understandable.
And now I realize the truth of all those tv reports and investigations saying that prisoners feel lost and abandoned when they are released back out into the world and want to go back in.
Oh lord please erase this latest bit from my mind. Please please please dont let my mind absorb this and take it as fact.