90. The Pit

It’s Wednesday, 25 March 2026.

Owen had his three-month MRI on Friday. And since the appointment, Owen has been spinning in a downward cycle. He is paychoanalyzing everything. Since returning from Japan, he has been constantly sleeping. The radiologist published his report last night. Although the radiologist states that it is indeterminate, the hyper intensity has grown in size.

We meet with the radiology oncologist on Friday but it really isn’t soon enough. I will likely try to contact him today.

We talked about knowing that him being home alone is damaging and I am struggling because I am trying to get my job to approve my ability to telework. It just isn’t moving anywhere and I am feeling a true lack of support.

I am trying to be there for Owen but in my own path of discovery, I’ve learned that I am a fixer. And that not all situations call for a fixer.

On a new note, the Munchkin and the Muffin have made the choice to move down the street from us. This has given us some purpose and we have been engaged with finding good daycare, a good place for them to call home.

It’s been a tough month back and I don’t know what it’ll take to get Owen back on track.