I am crying a lot again. It would be rare to go 6 hours without breaking down. My breathing has for the first time become truly difficult. I have an appointment at peter mac next week. I always liked the quote “be good, and if you can’t be good be lucky”. Despite my best efforts I was either not good enough our not good at all. It has come time to be lucky. So really the last glimmer of hope is that pm will have some new miracle cure. Sadly I suspect that they do, but it will not be available to me. I have come to the conclusion that I got sick just 10 years too early. I can see all the markers that rhabdo will be curable in just a short spell of time. Sadly it will almost certainly be too late for me.
So, here is to luck, may it show itself on wednesday. Until then crying will act as therapy.