Fighting

I read in a few past posts that I didn' t remember much of went on, and that it was due to all the painkillers and the shock of finding out and accepting that I was ill. But there was more to it: I was(am) a fighter. I was told from the very start of my treatment that my job now was to fight the cancer. It sounded like I was joining the army and I had a special mission. I was to focus on this fight and not much more. It wasn't easy on relationships, but I had a mission. I was, I am a fighter.

Been Too Long

Hi all. The last time you heard from me was back in September when I was admitted to the hospital. I was going to start blogging again, but I didn't. I don't usually like excuses, but I do have a good one. Besides the cancer. Only a few weeks after being released from the hospital, I was readmitted for the same infection I had before. It just wouldn't go away. They told me it was a bad one. Clostridium Difficile. C-diff for short. Sounds like a rapper.