So maybe I have been kidding myself for the last two years thinking I had a handle on this cancer crap. I’m up and out, home Friday out walking 2-4 miles daily since Saturday, juicing, wheat grassing, eating all the right food, sleeping.
But I can’t pass a mirror quick enough and I don’t want the bandages to come off, not because of vanity but because of the blatant, mutilated evidence of what this vile disease has done and will continue to do to me. The knowledge that by the time I have finally learned
to live with this the goal posts will most likely have moved again.
Sometimes this reality is too much.
Xx Overwhelmed Kitty
