Man, oh man. I am so tired of having cancer, and it's only been 16 months. I am worn out by the anxiety, by the constant vigilance. I mean, I intend to live a really long time, but it makes me tired to think that I will be living with cancer forever.
I got good news today. And I knew it in my bones, going in to the meeting, but I was holding myself so tightly.
I got home & my spent body just unfurled, you know? Letting all the fatigue tumble out like so many skittering insects, like a popped water-balloon.