All the Feels

Up, down, sad, scared, grateful, mad, depressed, resigned.  Put ‘em in a blender and sip slowly to savor each emotion.  That’s where I’m at these days.

I played my first of cancer card last week.  I went to our tiny movie theater a bit early to sit and be calm before the hordes arrived.  When I pulled in, the owner was outside and said, “Aren’t you early?”  I told her, “Yes, but I wanted to be alone before my friends got here and barraged me with questions.”  Then I blurted out, “I have eye cancer, who gets that?”  She said, “You?”  I laughed with her and she hugged me.  Then she asked, “Where did they find it?”, to which I replied, “In my eye, I just told you”, and we laughed so hard we almost cried.  She told me to go inside and she poured me a big glass of red wine.

That was exactly what I needed.  A good laugh and wine.  Then I watched Bombshell with the hordes and my friends and realized how much money I could have made in the past two years from all the harassment claims.  Oh, well.

Life moves on.  I have a plan and really good folks on my side.  Cancer will be my bitch.

It’s all fun and games until someone pokes an eye out

Really? I have to do this again?

I’m doing this for me, not you, but you’re welcome to tag along.  I have a Woe-is-Me caringbridge site, but that’s more or less for folks shocked and dismayed, who want to lurk and make nice comments.  Frankly, I suspect they’ll stalk it and move on, grateful that it’s not them.  I get it.  It sucks and doesn’t fit in your routine.

I’m lucky, so very lucky, To have those those that rally and are close to my heart.  This is for you, tag along.