I realize I’ve only written five articles on that site, three of which I’m reuploading here
Do I regret not writing much about my cancer journey back then? Not really. The situation was different then and now. Even if I go back in time, I would still find it grueling to write about my experiences then
Because that kind of thing happens–experiences get too horrific difficult for words
It’s AMAZING to see how far I’ve come since I was diagnosed in 2013
You’d think having cancer and going through chemotherapy would mean bleak and dreary days for the duration of the treatment. Sure, I won’t deny the days when despair would poke my slumbering depression like an annoying poke stick, but Life can be funny in its own way.
One minute it throws you down a hill with a huge boulder barreling down behind you, then the next, you’ll find hot demigod Thor a few meters in front of you. Hot arms, hot bod, hot accent–really, what choice do I have but to run faster?
Often, it is our own stories we find hard to write. Not because we lack the words, but because the words are not enough to describe the intensity of living every second in that situation. But in my attempt to chronicle the hell-paved road I have ahead of me, I will try.