My Security Blanket

I’ve been having a hard time with this post. Someone once said,”If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!” Hence my silence. There is NOTHING nice to say about chemo. Just thinking about that IV dripping into my veins turns my stomach into ten thousand knots. Now I know that…

To Live

What is it to live? Simply breathing in and out? Opening your eyes to the visions around you? Such a loaded question, I think. I’m sorry to seem maybe a bit morbid today but these thoughts keep pounding in my head. I have to get them out. Sure I am alive. breathing in and out…