It’s been a rough last few weeks.

I’m trying to make it back to Los Angeles before my blood pressure starts to fall again, because at least if I’m there my doctor and nurse will help me.

There is a problem with my port and because I don’t have the right specialists on my case here, it’s going to be very difficult to get a new one quickly.

There’s a small window in which I have to travel, because if my blood pressure starts to fall again first, then I’ll be too sick to travel, leaving me to the mercy of the Canadian healthcare system…

I shutter to think what might happen.

I have a doctors appointment with Dr. Sherman on Friday, and then he’s going out of town for a week, so I must make this appointment on Friday…

My lifeboat has sprung some big holes, I have to close them up.

Not a good time in the life of Tara.