I am not defined by my disease. My cough is not contagious. Actually I can. (Punctuate and accentuate that appropriately for whichever scenario we’re in.) I fight. You fight. We all fight something. Let’s win. Butts are sexy too.
Chemo for Colon Cancer 4 years so far. Yeah, I lost my hair. Twice. Yeah. I ordered a purple wig and it’s of course back ordered. Yeah, I get sick, like lots of nausea sick. Yeah. I am tired. A kind of tired that I can’t describe for you if you haven’t experienced it. Yeah, I can handle it. But sometimes, that’s all I can do.
I give up on people, but not on myself.
Things I want to do, desperately, but experience difficulty with because of the stupid disease poisons: Reading Writing Hiking Singing Sleeping Speaking
