I am sick to death of the thought of injecting one more shot! Today, I start my 7th week. I only have 41 more to go. Forty-one!!
I hate this. I hate being tired all of the time. I hate that all I do is sleep and work.
I hate that my children have to “make do” while their mom sleeps and vegetates.
I hate that I look fine on the outside, but inside I am miserable.
I hate feeling like I need to present a positive front.
I hate that my hair is thinning. What if I lose it all?
I hate that I have gained weight.
I hate still having the port in my chest, and the constant reminder that there is something foreign in my body.
I hate medical bills.
I hate everybody thinking that I’m so strong, when I would give anything to be young again and safe in the shelter of my parents.
I hate cancer. I hate what it does to people. I hate what it has done to me.
I hate that I feel I must come up with some “positive-ness” to end this post.
This is me, just being real.