Cycle 14, CD 26… a little later

Just went to the bathroom, wiped and saw pinkish/brown blood.  Looks just like the usual pre-menstruation stuff.

So much for this one, I guess.

 

Hope

Hope is the thing with feathers 
That perches in the soul, 
And sings the tune–without the words, 
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard; 
And sore must be the storm 
That could abash the little bird 
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land, 
And on the strangest sea; 
Yet, never, in extremity, 
It asked a crumb of me.

 

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