oh my dear forgotten fellow beings.
i am going to quote an e-mail i just sent: i am at the moment finding my post-treatment window waiting for potential cancer freedom to be as anxiety ridden and hectic, even daunting, as my diagnosis and treatment period. this i did not expect.
all this to say: my correspondence may be highly irregular, but it is not a reflection of how dearly i appreciate your writing and thought and heart nor a reflection of how precious it is to me to know you.
i believe i am just trying to go back into living life with all my heart. and if i were doing that i would be able to parcel some time to write to you ever couple weeks or so. and i don't seem to be pulling it off. writing you OR living life back there with all my heart. there is something very hard going on. maybe i am taking on too much. soon i will be in my own apartment, i am counting on that being a path to equilibrium. but my patience in getting there is growing so thin i am about played out.
same old tune. i'm still sayin that last pome, three months later.
i think it's time i said "harrass me, i'll respond." love. marty