I Fight Like a Girl
It is well past time I updated my LJ. I stalk my writing family on here, but rarely post anything about myself. It's so much easier to post of Facebook because FB posts can be as superficial as I need them to be, but not so much on LJ.
Today is as good as any. Today, for the first time in a long time, I feel well enough to sit in a coffee shop and work. It's truly a miracle. And it's a long (so long) story that I am tired of rehashing. The moral of the story is I had ovarian cancer and have been to Hell and back a few times over. I have been sliced and diced. I have been poked and prodded. And I have sat in waiting rooms and more waiting rooms. I have eaten hospital food and hobbled around trying to hold my guts in. I am thankful for every minute of it because if it hadn't gone through it I would still be sick.
Today I am not sick. I have energy and a smile on my face, and even though I feel like an old lady a lot, I think everything is finally going to be fine. I will always have the cancer cloud lingering in my life. The type I had can recur at any point for the rest of my life, but for now I AM FREE!
Today is as good as any. Today, for the first time in a long time, I feel well enough to sit in a coffee shop and work. It's truly a miracle. And it's a long (so long) story that I am tired of rehashing. The moral of the story is I had ovarian cancer and have been to Hell and back a few times over. I have been sliced and diced. I have been poked and prodded. And I have sat in waiting rooms and more waiting rooms. I have eaten hospital food and hobbled around trying to hold my guts in. I am thankful for every minute of it because if it hadn't gone through it I would still be sick.
Today I am not sick. I have energy and a smile on my face, and even though I feel like an old lady a lot, I think everything is finally going to be fine. I will always have the cancer cloud lingering in my life. The type I had can recur at any point for the rest of my life, but for now I AM FREE!