The old medicine made me have to have yet another surgery in June. A polyp that was thankfully benign. The new medicine makes me anxious and achey. It makes my mouth hurt. I could write a million Facebook postings saying only that my mouth hurts but where is the fun in that?
I soldier on. It is not a huge burden. I laugh. I smile. I drink green tea.
Because it’s still worth it. Every minute. Every second. There is still so much joy.
So when you see me, be kind.
Just send me love.
I am here. I can breathe. Everything else is inconsequential.