~tomorrow

Tomorrow, my brother is coming up to visit.

I haven't seen him since...

before I left PA
before I got my diagnosis
before I got my cane
before I lived here
before I was actually this sick
before I fell from grace, flat on my face.

I look forward to seeing him. I'm nervous though. I don't like it when he sees me weak. I don't like it when anyone sees me weak. Recently, that means I don't like it when anyone sees me at all.