Here's the truth: since mid july, the Interferon has been kicking my ass.
I've started 4 or 5 times to blog about it, but I feel like a whiner, so I always end up deleting the post.
Instead, I'm working on a short story that might be a little less whiney and a little more productive. Sort of a day-in-the-life thing.
Until then, I'm going to be a recluse.
That's all I have to say about that.
-MissM
P.s. I'm down to 6 vials. Again.
10 comments:
Hey, it isn't necessarily being whiney, Girlfriend. It helps others to have this stuff explained by someone who has been there. Especially if that someone has a sense of humor underneath it all. It is a whole lot less frightening when you know someone has blazed that trail ahead of you.
Smart Ass in AL :)
I am so impressed by you, Hooker! That's MULTIPLE comments you've made now on my blog!
Thanks for the encouragement, and I'll share the whole whiney story soon, don't worry.
Hope all is well with your smart-ass self.
Boy am I dumb. I sent you an email because I couldn't figure out how to leave a comment. I was looking on the main part of your site and then I realized, duh, this parts a regular blog.
I thought of one more thing so I'm leaving a comment too. You are NOT a whiner. You have a great sense of humor and are going through a rough treatment. One which I didn't have the guts to do (I'm also stage III). I think you're doing great.
Good luck, Carver
I was going to comment on your blog the other day with this great Bell Hooks quote. Only, I could not find the quote....Well, I never had it. After reading your step-mom story, I knew that Bell Hooks would have the perfect thing to say about it...about the acceptance and forgiveness that seems to come super naturally to you; yet, I could never find the perfect words, although I searched through the internet and the two Bell Hooks books at my house. Instead, I brought you four beers, thinking they may help get my point across. (Actually, I guess I brought you three beers, since I drank one.) I sometimes don't know what to say on your blog lately,
b/c I'm always thinking about the same thing these days...something about how amazed I am by the way you reflect on your experiences. Not just in being strong but there is also something about sharing feeling, fears and thoughts that make us a little vulnerable. I think it is very kind to be vulverable in this way. Is my hippie voodoo talk making sense?
What I'm trying to say is, You are the cat's pajama's.
Also, Margaret is such a gentile name. :'(
it shoud read, "I'm down to 6 vials, again!!!!"
You're the monkey and I love ya.
Bobby
p.s. for others reading, yah, I'm a mushy but manly guy, so what!? I can't tell my girl I love her, F that!
oops. sorry about the multiple posts. I don't get this internet thing at all.
Bobby
Babe-
You have a class room and less than 6 vials now -
Holy shnickeys.... You Are amazing and I love you mucho mas...
mandy
I found your site several months ago. I am not sure how, I think one of your posts on another site. Anyway, I've put it in "my favorites" because I like it so much. I don't always leave a comment, but I follow your courageous battle. I could not do treatment for my stage 3 due to a hep dx. I admire all of those who have. To read a play by play such as yours, gives me some perspective. Keep marching. You are doing great.
IF MY MATH IS RIGHT....6 VIALS = 2 WEEKS WHICH SHOULD END TODAY....CONGRATS ON COMPLETING THE WORST YEAR OF YOUR LIFE!
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