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.