In mid-August Ben entered the maintenance portion of his chemotherapy for his leukemia. I didn't realize it at the time, but that was the day my cocoon started to open.
I really didn't even know I was in a cocoon if I'm being honest. In much the same way you know something is not right but you can't put your finger on it while you are dreaming, then you wake up to recognize that the odd feeling you had was because you were not in reality, I have emerged from a cocoon realizing I was there after the fact.
This year has been a deep, dark barrel of horror, when expressed in retrospect. It is ironic how during the nightmare I didn't have a full realization of how horrific it was.
I am so thankful to have emerged, and for the protection from the reality of the situation in the midst of it. I have a new appreciation for the light of day, and low and behold, I believe I may have even sprouted a set of wings while encapsulated.