A lot of you say you’re benefiting from my posts about my life during cancer treatment. That makes me feel good. I like doing a service.
On the other hand, every time I feel a pain or suffer a brief setback your Facebook comments make me feel like you’re seeing this worse than it is.
Let’s put everything into perspective for my case and probably others. Cancer treatment sucks. It hurts. But the pain doesn’t last. The indignities are brief. By the time I’m writing about my crappy day most of the crappiness has passed.
The same goes for my post-chemo weekend. No one wants to feel absolutely exhausted before taking a step. I knew it wouldn’t last. I even expected it. My shitty weekend was already on-the-calendar.
I felt bad, but there’s a difference when you know what it’s about and you expect it. And certainly there’s a difference when you know it will be short lived.
You have no idea how much I appreciate and value your prayers and support. They have meant the world to me. What has happened so far is exactly what you prayed for. Thank you.
I am headed in the right direction to live a long life. Speed bumps along the way don’t warrant additional worry on your part.
Everything’s good. I do, however, love the attention. I won’t lie.