If I am ever seriously ill, I'm not sure what I would want from those who love me. I know what I WOULDN'T want though and that's a poisoned atmosphere with accusations and recriminations & blame games. I wouldn't want everyone around me to be at each other's throats, fighting over what should have been done for me & what should be done next & who should do it.

Something is wrong with this picture. And somehow I feel like I started it. All of this stuff must have been festering under the surface but the argument started between me & K about his plans to come back home. And our argument was the spark that set all this off.

I can't believe how far this has gone.