I feel fragile and small and bad and the only safe place I can go is into the shower. It's become my home away from home (the bed)--the only place for a month and a half after they burned my diaphragm (in addition to the liver tumors) where I could find any solace from the constant pain and misery--flowing over me in tides that would sometimes ebb
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life changes forever for us--even those of us go beat it--we come away with that 'new reality' right?
i'd hug you and make you hot cocoa if i could. write me and let me know how you are, if you don't mind? or i'll check up on you myself. :)
hugs and kisses,
sister in cancer
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Also? You have to get better so you can write a book 'cause my God, it'll be great.
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i keep talking to my husband and friends about making a trip to memphis--maybe if i do over the summer months we could meet up for lunch? :)
and then i'd have to hit all the used book stores, because i am a shameless bookwhore.
-k
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And dude? It'll be summer 'fore we know it.
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I'm thinking of you and sending every ounch of good karma I can muster to you.
And I'm dedicating this Astro Boy icon to you, because he is JUST like you - brave, gentle and wise.
You take care and rest, beautiful girl.
*more and more and more hugs*
Emma.
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:)
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*clutches Toto*
;-)
Emma.
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