I read a lot of the cancer books, websites, commentary and fund raising sites and people talk about their breast cancer “journey”.
I live in a major metropolitan area, and except for college trips last year to
I don’t go many places any more. My journeys have been mind journeys only. And now I’m supposed to be on some noble journey from breast cancer terror to breast cancer (caregiver) survivor.
Pardon me but I don’t feel particularly noble…rather than the
THAT is the road I am on; no noble YBR leading to freedom. No straight and narrow. A
I remember something like this happening to Liz when the kids were born. Everyone clustered around the adorable baby. No one noticed the adorable mom. No one asked how the mom was NOT IN RELATION TO how the baby was. It’s hard to get used to.
I can get used to it. I just sometimes feel really, really close to the edge of that monster pothole.
This was a REALLY useful site when reading the official pathology report:
http://www.breastcancer.org/symptoms/types/dcis/diagnosis.jsp
image: http://blog.silive.com/latest_news/2009/03/medium_03-13-staten-island-pothole.jpg
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