Busy. Gotta keep busy so my mind stops trying to control my emotions. I am so thankful I have the energy to tend my garden for there is where I find peace.
I have completed treatment #8. I am halfway through the year and halfway through my treatments. 8 more to go. 6 more months. Seems like once again the light at the end of this tunnel is so dim I can hardly see it.
Next up is my appointment with my reconstructive surgeon. I am hoping my blood counts are good and we can schedule my surgery. Maybe that’s why I feel depressed. Emotional. I feel like raggedy Anne married the bride of Frankenstein and not the least bit sexy. Sexy? How can I feel sexy with no eyebrows, hardly any eyelashes and stripped of my hair. My emotions are really screwing with me. I am trying to make the best of this journey but sometimes I feel defeated. 😞 I think I need a break from life. No. I need emotional rescue.
Is there nothing I can say, nothing I can do? I’ll be your savior steadfast and true. I’ll be your knight in shining armor coming to your emotional rescue. 🎼