I'm moved to tears by the overwhelming response of support, love and laughter I've been receiving since my (many) entries about the parotid tumor behind my ear. I wanted to thank each and every one of you for your comments, emails, jokes, hugs, smiles and for offering your shoulders to lean on and hands to hold.
My intention the other morning was to write till I got it out. I hadn't even planned on posting it in my public journal. It's been such a private process. But, almost without thinking, I found myself posting it and letting go.
It's not something I talk about - for the pure reason that it's just too difficult. Apparently it's easier for me to write about. And that's what brings me to my deepest gratitude. Writing alone clears the muck. It always helps me sort things out. But writing, posting, being read and responded to? WHOA! There are levels of healing here that I'm not even consciously aware of yet. I just feel it.