I read somewhere that cancer doesn’t end when the chemo sessions end. Cancer is the new lifestyle! I find my quiet times are haunting me with my thinky thing running off in the directions of “What If” or “When”. It
“I should” have written this last week. “I should” have let everyone know my results. “I should” be screaming the results from the top of the closest mountain. “I should” be dancing a jig and smiling from ear to ear.
(3/7/18) Tomorrow is my final IV chemo day. I should be happy this holiday at the toxic resort is coming to an end but the reality it just brings another fear with it. The fear of survival. A very kind