Knowledge doesn't make it better: familiarity does not ease the edges but sharpens them. Disease, once fought and vanquished can still return to claim that which is guarded so assiduously. This is the lesson learnt: the painful pill presented the unlooked-for uncertainty returning to taunt and torture shredding the anticipation of all that which I had planned to behold. As winter returns, once again I vow in my soul once again that good things will be mine once again: this disease will not have its way in me once again. |