It was lovely havng breakfast today with a challenging soul , someone you can talk to , someone who doesn't judge. The lovely Tarrah and I share different difficulties but we very much share the same language. She remarked on how controlled I was last night as normally I stay up with them. But to tell you the thruth as much as I want to be with the team the drugs make me tired and it appears to others I look grumpy. I'm probably not but just so knackered I cant join in!
We chatted for a while about what we were up to in our lives and then the killer question. What are you afraid of? No it's not spiders. hieghts I'm sure I can deal with ...I was brutally honest with her and told her I was scared of the cancer coming back. I confided how bad the side effects are impacting on our lives, how every time I look in the mirror I see a different person looking back. 'Aren't you tempted to stop takling the tamoxifen?' Yep - ofcourse I am .....but the chances of the cancer coming back outweigh the risk....I ....like many millions of other woman just have to get on with it and make the most of a bad job.
Whether it's cancer, disability, and abuisve marriage or realtionship, bullying or 1001 of lifes other shitty blows. You know what I mean Betty Red - we just have to pull up our knickers and get on with it ...and heaven to Bettsy we show how we really feel , eh??
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