The weekend before last I was up north in the beautiful autumn Laurentides at Camp Kinkora, with the Young Adults Cancer Group, a division of CanSupport. As luck (good? bad?) would have it, I was the only man there. There were two coordinators, one "MC" and five other participants.
So I took a cab downtown last Saturday to meet with these people who I had never met before save one, by chance. I was feeling, as usual lately, pretty crappy, but I was determined to make it there. My motivation was that I really, really needed to talk to some people that are in a similar struggle for health and mental/emotional well-being.
I am depressed, you see. I am not the same person you met in June, full of hope and great expectations. Sure, I still expect to be better, but the feeling isn't quite as strong. But in June I could not have imagined how difficult this recovery would be, and now the reality is brutal. This depression is affecting how I function in my relationship in a major way, but that's a whole other discussion. This is supposed to be a positive entry.
