I have, in the past, come to this site to rant, dream, share, cry, laugh, and say good-bye (at least twice).
Last year I was diagnosed with terminal cancer, endured six months of treatment (designed to keep you alive a little longer and much more uncomfortably…my opinion), seven months ago I stopped treatments (and any and all medications). I just worked on me, me accepting, me living until I die, me being at peace.
Yesterday…yesterday, after blood work and other invasions it was determined that for all their searching they could not detect any cancer. I am in total remission.
Not the shoe I expected.
Now I have to drag all this contentment/peace around all the time.
In this new world with so much pain, fear, and confusion my minor problem (feeling…good) is out of place.
Its OK, I’ve got a plan.