Uggh. I hate this.
This. This being "sick" all the time. This swelling in my leg everytime I work out. This pain in my muscles for no reason. This having to plan weeks ahead if I want to do something fun, so I can take it easy and then be sure I can go. And then not even being able to go sometimes. This fatigue and weakness and joint pain, a year and a half after Interferon.
Seriously? This is what you're whining about.
I know, I know. I'm actually really lucky.
Yes, you ARE very lucky. People have died. And you whine about this?
I know. I'm sorry. But this is not how I live life. I'm a totally different person b/c of all this stuff that's still wrong with me. I have a right to be sad about still being affected by cancer every day.
I can't believe you're still whining about this. You're alive, for God's sake! You're lucky to be alive!
I know I'm lucky to be alive, but can't I just grieve this? I feel like I have a right to grieve this.
It's time to move on. Let go of the sadness and be that person you used to be, that could see the good side of life. Think of how blessed you still are.
Oh, good grief. What do you know? Get off my jock already.
Hmp. The nerve of some people.
(wow, what an appropriate comic!)
"We're here to face another day. Good day or bad, easy or hard, that's a victory in and of itself. I don't think I need to say any more."