So here I am, quite a way through my war with cancer, admitting that its not a breeze.
Everyone around me says how well I am doing, how amazing i am.... really? When i do or think anything related to 'my condition' i cry buckets!!! This upsets my hubby so I do it in private mostly.
when I shower I weep for my lost breast, when my arm aches I get angry that cancer stole my lymph nodes! and then last week, feeling so ill and in so much pain after my change in chemo regime, God and I had a full and frank discussion about the pros and cons of going home to him NOW!!
now feeling better I am glad he didnt take me up on my desperate offer - I have too much to live for, but I have to admit I am dreading the next chemo....
anyway I havent been out of the house for 9 days and as the sun is shining I am going to the garden centre for coffee and prettiness, complete with heavy prothesis but cancer - youre not invited!
