An unwanted surprise–
But I don’t feel sick! I’m the healthy one.
Cancer, that dread pack of polymorphic diseases
Dying? Maybe, but pain surely heads my way.
Even the dogs follow me around, worried.
Freedom from doctor appointments is my goal.
Grateful for a loving support system
Hair isn’t vital, but it’s mine.
I am not afraid of death, but suffering stinks.
Jesus, take the tumor.
Kooky cures can’t combat cancer!
Love my family and friends. Hate nausea, headaches, pimples and fatigue.
My brain isn’t 100%. Have mercy.
Not for the faint of heart.
Oh, goody, another bill. Fix it, Doc, but cheaply.
Pray for me every chance you get, please.
Quick naps overtake me.
Really hate the paperwork–
Since when is going to the bathroom a victory?
Tumor, huge and heavy, appeared from nowhere.
Understand it’s going to take a while to answer your calls.
Volumes of love, and I appreciate it.
Will I die of cancer, or the side effects of chemo?
X-rays show growths like aliens taking over.
Yes, I wonder if it’s worth all the trouble. Going home is inevitable, right?
Zipping to yet another appointment. Sigh!