Recovery is one hell of a road.
One I’d be fine having left untraveled, but that’s not really an option…
I’ve said before, in an earlier post, how long it’d been since I’d last written. Well, that has nothing on this post. It’s been around five months or so since I’ve updated, but believe me, we’ve all kept busy since the last I’ve shared. Now, since I had a quick trip to the ER this past weekend, I thought it might be a good time to get all caught up.
I’d really love to sit here and type out pretty descriptions of rainbows and unicorns filled with hope and laughter, telling everyone how strong I’ve been through it all. But the truth is, this cancer experience has come close to breaking me. A few times. I don’t know how all of those cancer survivors do this. There are so many who are so much younger, so innocent, so tiny… and then others who are so much older, so weak, so small… and they battle through this chemo crap like caped heroes in the latest Avengers movie.
I am not that caped hero.