All this time spent battling this, battling that.. being strong, crying in my solitude.. giving that stiff upper lip that seems so popular.. can I drop all this now and just be me?
Final surgery done.. the pain.. well.. comes with the territory doesn’t it.. the stiffness.. just have to work through it..
A year and half has passed since the words “cancer” and “you have” have been linked and I believe I’m so much different now. Some of my harder edges are gone.. I cry at the drop of a hat (or the mention of the work CANCER).. I get cold easier.. and hot. Pain has been a constant companion and I have learned that aspirins are my friends (along with a number of other drugs) and bed.. oh bed.. that wonderful mattress that just grabs me and pulls me in.. holds and protects me… I LOVE MY MATTRESS!!
My art waits patiently in the corner – as it always has – waiting for that first touch.. that first stroke..
Just to let you know I’m home.. not all that functional yet but working on it.. and thanks for all those prayers and well wishes.. I know they helped..
Living with the changes that cancer brings.