Fatigue
So I am free from the disease of MDS, realivity certain I will not face Leukemia, bone marrow has grafted in well and I am thankfully alive. I am very thankful for the team of Doctors who worked miracles to keep me alive and the comforting , supportive treatment they continue to give me. I am , however, left with dealing with the effects of Chronic ( Read more... )
I have a hard time dealing with disabled folks because, in empathy, I know I wouldn't be able to handle the confinement imposed by my body. I'm such a ball of rage and frustration NOW. If I were to apply the Golden Rule, the best gift I could get you would be a stack of plates and something to throw them against, with a nice vacuum-suction automatic shard removal drain to go around the debris radius. But it was either Shaw or Clemens who said don't trust the GR, not everybody has the same tastes.
So I'm at a total loss here. I'm just really impressed that you can make room for anything but bitterness. You tough bitch, man. That much of your old self, you did keep. There, said the Bard, art thou happy. And you've beaten the shitheads who were making shithead predictions early on, so there art thou happy. And they say the dead know only one thing: that it's better to be alive. May seem debatable from the couch, but one good hour a month is better than you'd get if you gave up, right? Pack in those good hours for living in, both as memories and as hopes. That's the best advice I ever gave my own suicidal ass, so I hope it doesn't come off shitty when I say it to you. Wait. Dream. And when you get the chance, LIVE like a mo'fo. It's all the healthy people can do, too, so, there art thou not isolated.
Ok shutting up now. Love you.
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