I write posts when I’ve got something to say and a (little) time to do it.
Some I schedule to post in advance, usually within a few days.
Looking through some of the most recently posted – but not necessarily written – it’s striking how much everything changed so quickly in our world due to the unprecedented global pandemic we are experiencing.
There’s never a good time to do chemotherapy, but starting today feels particularly scary.
After some deliberation, this is what I chose to wear.
The irony of the message on the t-shirt isn’t lost on me, and I am not wearing this to be snarky.
There is so little I can control now.
I can’t control cancer.
I can’t control Coronavirus.
I can’t control my immune system.
I can’t control the calendar, fast forwarding several months to a time that is better, more convenient or less risky.
I can control my attitude.
So I will choose to believe that this day is the start of the next phase, one that will hopefully get me closer to being whole again.