Some of The Worries are about "long-term" worries like will I only be able to finish one more book before I die?
And some of The Worries are sillier "short-term" worries like will I be able to transplant the strawberries before I die?
And sometimes, I think the best solution to all my worries is just to die.
My fucking chemo ain't working. And this pain in my side and pain in my leg has nothing to do with overexertion or not working the muscle enough. Plain and simple, it's fucking cancer eating my bones
FUCK!
So, I've turned a new chapter. Everything that I've come to accept as routine will now be changed. Stay tuned. I know this ride ain't over yet but it's getting a little crazy.
