I just read a post from an acquaintance on Facebook, where she wrote about quality time with her grandchildren. That struck right home with me. Not in a grandparent/parent/child-sense, though. No, rather as in – how about I start spending some quality time with myself?
Luckily, not the rejection of myself, but rather the rejection of stuff I want to remove from my body, mind and spirit. I’ve done it before, and it just struck me that I should write it down, so I can remember, just in case I forget.
During on of my journeys – I don’t remember which one, or in which context – but at some point, I recieved some sort of message that contained the word storyteller. I think I am supposed to become a storyteller of some sort, I just don’t know how/when/where/why, and so...
So, after my very last chemo, I am experiencing a very odd sensation of having a smell or taste of poison inside my body. I feel like I stink toxic on the inside, and I feel like I can smell that same sour, bitter and musty taste on my body....
When going through miserable times, such as chemo therapy, it’s important to find ways to pull through. I found one, quite unexpectedly, but both useful and effective. I found Me, Myself and I – but not in the sense that I’ve done before. Oh, I still have all the people...
I had my third chemo last Thursday (next Friday/Saturday presently). It’s been a difficult week, as I’ve learned first week after the treatment is. Also very different from the two first ones – not to mention tiresome.
I’ve been writing about this, mainly on Darkside, but I thought I’d just make some sort of update here as well. I’ve recieved my second chemo, and am presently experiencing the worst days of the three week cycle. It sucks.
It’s been couple of days since my first chemo – technically, it’s Tuesday (2.08am), thus five days since my first chemo. It’s been some really weird days, and I wanted to write somethings down, just to remember since I fear this may be hidden in haze once this is all...
