Unceremonious

So.

It’s thirty-three years since diagnosis.

I thought about writing some rambling introspective soliloquy about what it’s been like, how things have changed, how I fought through adversity, and blah, blah, blah….

But I won’t. It’s just not me.

Filling in the gaps – Learning my diagnosis

I’ve said for quite awhile that I never really knew the date of my diagnosis, nor did I know the details.  About a month ago, I decided to try and find out.  When this thick envelope arrived in my mailbox last week, I knew that my hospital records-request had been fulfilled, and that some of the answers would be inside.