Sep 28, 2006 06:34
I'm scared out of my wildest dreams. when i first found out about the cancer my mind and body exsepted it, until it accually hit me. it was the concept of slamming your fingers in the car door. you don't now ti happened until you notice it has happened. (if that makes sense)
Cancer venting time...
desabilty money isn't enough to cover both my co-pay at the doctor and my meds.
my health insurance isn't covering 100% of my cancer related appointments. or some of my meds.
i am scared to ask for help from my parents for money, not because i'm worried that they won't help because i know they will. i am scared because i don't know how to ask them for help.
i have my good days and my bad like everyone else, but why on my bad days do i act like i do on my good days and hate my self for feeling so bad inside.
why am i such a nice person and rufuse to place the "Cancer Card"
now i am just rambling... that was i get for losing my mind and cleaning my room and thinking to much.
why can't i just live a normal life
AAHHHHHHHHHH omg i'm complaining... shoot me now!