I tell people at work ... a very, very small group of people who need to know. I cannot keep telling the same story over and over again. I don't want people to look at me differently because I now have a label. Every time I talk about this crappy cancer, I have to deal with the horror. Besides it's my own private business. I am not one to broadcast my business all over creation as my mother would say.
Most of the time I can keep it contained but every now and then I feel the quiver within. I am determined not to indulge in self-pity. Perhaps I got this stiff upper lip from my mother and grandmother. Really, what is the point of bemoaning something you cannot change?
I have absolute faith that I will beat this. There is no doubt in my mind at all that God will see me through this. I did not survive a war so that crappy cancer could get me.
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