We seem to be living the same life. It is a terrible club to be initiated into, but at least we are in good company.
One day I wrote down the physical side effects of my treatments and practically filled a page. It was good to dump it out of my brain but eye opening as well. Maybe the saddest part is how it has changed my outlook. I alternate between sadness, fear and anger; I am a different person. I have become a woman with a calendar of medical appointments, discomforts, and frustrations. But I put my mask on when with others. On the good days, I fake it. And if I get a few hours of forgetting, it’s a gift. Thank you for understanding.