I’m in this weird in-between place with my health. It’s the irony of knowing that this diagnosis is really bad --but everything is working right now and I am feeling well. It’s the full comprehension that things will inevitably get really bad but not knowing whether that will be in 1 year or 3 or 10?
This in-between place is somewhere between pissed off and confused as hell with a little dash of why me.
Those who live with a terminal disease or chronic illness- understand this well.
I hate it.
Feeling like this doesn’t mean I’m not strong. It doesn’t mean I don’t have a positive attitude.
It means that I hate this news. I hate the uncertainty of this disease and all of it completely sucks.
That is all.