Mar 30, 2013 - 4:39 pm
I was just thinking that last year at this time I was a completely normal ( whatever that is) person. Just coating along- working , going to the gym a few vacations a year- life is good. Then wham! Right over the head with a sledge hammer. Then you hear " we got it early - your strong and young- stay strong. Ten hear ya go - off to the unknown- surgery- you don't know if you are going to ever wake up and what you will look like. Bit you get thru it. THen treatment. Poison and radiation - what a cocktail. You gather everyone in the familly and let them know you will be alright- even if your not sure . And somehow you get through the treatment. Ad you think I made it. A few months pass and your feet constantly tingle, you can't taste your food your neck looks like the rooster, your hearing stinks, everything tastes like salt, swallowing is hard and your constantly tired. I need a do over! I know I am lucky to be alive, and when I hear some of the posts like the guy signing his own hospice papers I know my issues are minimal. But I needed to vent and this is the only mental therapy I can afford.