People are still telling me how brave and strong I am. And I have to disagree.
I’m not doing anything brave. Not at all.
I feel like I am hanging onto the edge of a cliff for dear life. If I think about it too much, it scares the crap out of me.
I’m scared every day.
I laugh because there are studies that say it will help me live longer. I drink green tea for the same reason. I exercise for that reason too. And I take stupid supplements too. I actually think I have a problem with supplements. I keep buying them.
Last week, I almost bought a kit to grow Turkey Tail mushrooms because there’s some study that says they fight cancer.
The Husband noticed my obsession with supplements and asked me where I am going to draw the line as supplements can get expensive. And the answer is, I don’t know.
There is nothing brave about any of this. What choice do I have here?
No choice, just living.
It’s funny, there are several people who treat me like I am already dead. No kidding. When I see them, they look right through me, like I’m not there. Like I’m already a ghost. It’s a bit disturbing. At first it hurt my feelings a bit, but what can you do? Maybe I’ll get a t-shirt that says “I’m not dead…yet.”
It is strange to think that my very existence frightens people but it seems to be the case at times.
But I’m not dead yet.
And I’m not always scared. Just when I think about it too much.
So my life is about distractions. And that’s not brave.
I’ve also found I have to curb my swearing. If I am even slightly agitated, I seem to let the swear words fly. What can I say? I’m stressed out.
So don’t think I’m here fighting dragons or slaying vampires. Really, I’m just kind of hanging out, hoping to stay fairly healthy. I think that’s what any sane person would do.
Nothing brave or strong about it.