outside_upside
Greenlighter
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2019
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- 27
I lay here waiting for my day to perc up so I can get out of bed. The small mass in my abdomen hurts the most in the mornings and it takes me a min. Ive been playing the insurance waiting game to get approval for surgery to remove said mass and the fear that of the unknown is getting to me.
I had over 5 years without a cancer recurrence and I let hope creep into my heart, only to have reality quickly smush it to shit. Im terrified of the results and scared that if it is cancer again this moment will mark the beginning of my slow slide into death. I was always told, if my cancer never came back there was a 95% it never would. But if it DID come back, it would continue to come back until I lost the fight.
On top of all that fear is the pain. Even though it burns through me and keeps me from eating and sleeping, it weirdly lets me know Im still alive. At least I know it?s real, unlike the avoidance and euphoria that Percocet gives me.
The worst part of all the are the loving attempts to cheer me up from the people in my life. No, Im not strongest person you know. Im not confident. Im nothing but a jellied ball of wobbly nerves and sorrow hiding behind a pretty smile so the people around me don?t worry.
Cancer is such an ugly word and it makes me wonder what I did in this life, or another, to have to walk this lonely ass path in life.
I?m so goddamn tired of being sick.
I had over 5 years without a cancer recurrence and I let hope creep into my heart, only to have reality quickly smush it to shit. Im terrified of the results and scared that if it is cancer again this moment will mark the beginning of my slow slide into death. I was always told, if my cancer never came back there was a 95% it never would. But if it DID come back, it would continue to come back until I lost the fight.
On top of all that fear is the pain. Even though it burns through me and keeps me from eating and sleeping, it weirdly lets me know Im still alive. At least I know it?s real, unlike the avoidance and euphoria that Percocet gives me.
The worst part of all the are the loving attempts to cheer me up from the people in my life. No, Im not strongest person you know. Im not confident. Im nothing but a jellied ball of wobbly nerves and sorrow hiding behind a pretty smile so the people around me don?t worry.
Cancer is such an ugly word and it makes me wonder what I did in this life, or another, to have to walk this lonely ass path in life.
I?m so goddamn tired of being sick.