Muddled

I have about a half dozen drafts of posts that will never get finished, all dealing with my diagnosis of breast cancer and what’s followed since then. But since I’m already out of the habit of blogging regularly, I’m finding it hard to write something from start to finish. And if it doesn’t get finished…

Heavy

I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted three days post op. I have no energy to even lift myself off this couch. And this is why chemo scares me. It’s not just the exhaustion. It’s the feeling of caring absolutely nothing about anything. Of not having the energy to fight, to have a positive attitude. Of everything being…

Something’s Always Wrong

Mike bought me Toad the Wet Sprocket’s “Dulcinea” for Christmas in 1994. It was our last Christmas together. I used to listen to it all the time on the way to and from work, crying my eyes out because I couldn’t let it show at home. I had to be strong for him and for…