So last night I left the house. I took the dog and a suitcase and left. I'm sleeping at my best friend's house. Back in my old neighborhood.
Not even 24 hours away and I'm already feeling better.
No, I did not abandon him. I'm still going to go back. But it feels good to be away. To hear my friends talk about their new boyfriends and their parents and their problems and their schedules. It's good to listen to something different than radiation, chemotherapy, hospitals and drugs and special diets.