I smile and say thank you. I mean it with all my heart.

My gratitude list is long and ever growing.

But…fuck me i’m fed up of needles.

I’m pricked, prodded and kept alive yet I have this voice deep inside saying leave me alone.

It was barely a whisper, it’s getting louder.

From the day I was diagnosed my body and mind have been pushed to the brink. My body is still healing my mind never will.

I don’t want to stop treatment, far from it.

I love my life and everything in it.

I am just having a hard time getting my head around it all.