Words I've written to friends..

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This is the marathon I never wanted to run, and it will be the cheering on of those who care that will keep me going until the last foot crosses the finish line. In the meantime, I stumble frequently as I try to grasp for understanding.

Hands of strangers reach out, steadying me with humor and faith. Hands of friends reach out, balancing me with compassion and strength.

Thank you for being my friend.

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This is a journey I wouldn't wish on anyone.

One step at a time, I'm moving towards "getting sicker" so I can "get well" - The oxymoron of cancer treatment. It has to be the most difficult thing to wrap my head around - the full swing of stages of emotions I've only read about in psychology. Attributing logic to the illogical.

New vocabulary and new slang: chemo brain, her2, names of toxins with the euphemism "treatment".