There are definitely days when I push too hard.
When I let myself stop long to think about it, it’s not mere anger. It’s rage.
Slowly… simmering… rage.
People are constantly sending me their ideas for remedies for my pain.
Being a Spoonie with Cancer sucks Monkey Balls
On September 26, I felt odd. All day long like I was forgetting to do something.
Or supposed to be somewhere.