July 2012, TBTG, begins with grief on so many levels flowing, amid smiles of healing and an occasional deep gurgle of relaxed, belly-deep delight. It begins with the task (this week intensely) of sorting my mother's effects, with friends who love me, who would have loved her and who would easily see her in me, and with no toxic-to-me-right-now interference. It begins with some of the PT 2011-12 muscles left, and much more strength than I have started many a July/August vacay with, in our dear little pop-up camper. It begins with people who hold me when I weep and scream towards wholeness, and who celebrate, with me, every step forward-- and who wait patiently for my monthly visits to share this mutually with them in their struggles towards their wholeness.

It begins with a trip later this week to a new doc who may solve the "what happened to you before 4th grade to make you so fat and unhealthy now" mystery-- that so far only our Lord and I have shown any sign of caring to solve.

Wish me lots of luck! :~)

~Susan