Wordle
I love Wordle. I love the challenge, I love the fun, but I think that I mostly I love it because it is one of the few ways that I feel successful. Nothing better than figuring out the word in three tries in less than a minute. That hour feels good. Tonight was chemo night. I had had the pleasure of having a dear friend drive over an hour to take me to chemo for the past few trips, but today my appointment was too late and I could not allow her to come. I walked into the medical center with myself again, with an icy splash of reality reminding me of who I was and why I was there. I am not complaining. I have beautiful people in my life who offer to come to chemo with me. The secret is that going to this medical center puts me in a private hell and sometimes it is hard to share that space with someone else. It is hard to articulate how sad it feels to be there sometimes. When I am alone, I don't have to admit that...