Coming to Terms

Remember how I wrote a few weeks ago about Chris coming to terms with the fact that her fertile days were coming to an end? Never able to have a biological child, Chris struggled with being told that she is probably on the downward trend out of menopause. While most of us will see this as the summit of our journey, a gliding into the wonderful years of post-menopause, Chris saw it as the end of her youth.

A few other things have ended for Chris since then. She lost her job after that that and now will be relocating to another state. Her husband has landed a better position in a neighboring state and we will be losing her companionship.

And so in some small way we are all suffering with Chris about the end of something. Oh yes, the four of us close friends will remain in touch as much as we can, but we all know the relationships will change. Chris and I have always had more of an email/phone call relationship, and no doubt that will continue. But her connection with her best friend, whom she worked with side-by-side for 5 years, will change. And neither of them are very optimistic about it.

One of the things Chris and I talked about the other day was that, since the four of us have developed this close bond in the past year or so, we have learned a lot about deep, meaningful friendships. More than we ever knew before. And she can take that knowledge with her when she moves and it will help her to find the connections in her new place that she needs.

To end on a hormone note: I expected another attack of the crazies this week. It was 4 weeks ago that my cyclical hormone dip dropped me into a deep depression...scaring the wits out of me. 2 weeks after that I had a day or two of fatigue and general malaise. And so I expected another bonk to happen late last week. I did have a terrible week, body-wise, but it was because of a nasty virus I caught. A sinus-y thing that is plaguing everyone around here. It culminated in a migraine that ran away from me and nearly slayed me Friday night. But 2 days later and 3 doses of Relpax under my gut, I think I feel now like about $900,000.

I plan to feel like a million bucks tomorrow.