I remarked to a coworker yesterday that if I had my ovaries? I would have had a bad case of PMS.

Hmm maybe my testosterone hormones decided to rear their ugly head, I raged like a mother chucker

  • Say it! Say it! Don’t wait 8 hours to tell me you want 2 meals!
  • I don’t care about your numbers!
  • Shut up! I already told your total!
  • Will you spit it out already! My god, I am falling asleep!

The interesting thing about my conversation with my coworker was how we recovered from cancer. It was so nice to talk about it, and hear other people’s recovery.

It never fails to astonish me, how different other people’s journeys are. How brave they are. It is so remarkable how our different the symptoms were and how our bodies react once given medicine. Although there is one certainty. Pain.

My coworker burst out laughing when I told her I felt like I need my rocking chair because my body felt rickety now. Entirely my fault though. I haven’t been stretching.

Maybe today will be better.

Maybe I won’t need the 4 cups of coffee, and coke to get through the morning!


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