I haven't written for a while. I've been feeling well physically, but have been very sad and scared. And angry. I'm angry that I'll never be cured, angry that cancer will kill me and angry that my life has been shortened. I'm having a hard time. Before you say it, yes I see a therapist and yes I belong to a support group. But they don't change the facts. I often wake up crying, sometimes I can still get up and live the day, sometimes I can't.
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I've been scared for you, Melissa. Not because I know anything about how you're doing, other than reading what you write about your toxic-sounding milkshakes, dyes that go into your body, scans, having to depend on others to hit your veins. the need to rely on other people and science to help you.
I'm overwhelmed thinking about it. I see how you'd be so sad and angry.
I'm very glad you keep writing. I hope it doesn't seem to become pointless, because I appreciate it and want to hear, plus it helps me deal with my own life.
I can't imagine how you must feel - thank you for sharing on your blog. I think about you often and pray for you.
I am finally catching up on my blog reading, and I'm sad and angry for you. I hope every day brings a bit of sunshine into your life, even if it may not seem so obvious in that moment. Thanks for being brave enough to share and continuing to write. Thinking of you!
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