When I first started this blog I called cancer a rat bastard. That was over two years ago. That being said the journey started 4 1/2 years ago.
Things have evolved.
These days I’m less inclined to call it a rat bastard. I have gotten myself to a place of comfort with cancer and realize what is working for me is an acceptance that cancer and I need to live in harmony.
Anger doesn’t work, going to battle doesn’t work, screaming is of no use. Laughter works, exercise helps, crying reduces stress.
And how do I know that I have accepted my spot?
I have a cat scan tomorrow and I haven’t really thought about it. Nor have I really thought about getting the results on Wednesday.
As a matter of fact I am googling what I need to do in advance of the scan tomorrow as I forgot my piece of paper with the details.
Oh, and did I tell you my memory sucks, I’ve had like 10 cat scans in the last couple of years, you think I’d remember when I can eat and what I can drink.
I’ll fill you in later this week.
But for now, I’m going to enjoy the next couple of days.