How great it is that I got Tc.
As we meet people and I continue to tell my story, both medical professionals and people on the street hear my tale and say, "Thank goodness it was Tc, that's the best kind to get."
Are you Freakin' Kidding me!!??
I pray for Danny every single day...and have since the second I walked past his room at Sloan and saw him cuddled up with his Mom in that teeny hospital bed. Some blessing this diagnosis is for him.
And for Jenny and the awful news she hears. The words are impossible to form for me, Jenny. I'm just sad to the core for you and your family.
And for Tammy who has bled and sweatted and cried for Anthony not every day, but every second of every day. And for Anthony who has Dr.s telling him 11 different ways to get better while "respectfully disagreeing" with each other consistently about how to get him there.
You know who's blessed?...I am. Those of us who are able to fight on are. But I call Bull**** on the people "congratulating" us for having a "good" cancer. This disease sucks out loud. I HATE it. While I can appreciate that if you haven't been through it, then you just don't know what to say when you meet a real live cancer patient, but PLEASE think of something better than "Thank goodness it was only Tc".
Thanks for listening to me preach, Tc choir. I'm devastated by Jenny's post. I'm sick with worry over Danny, and I am resolving that from this very moment on, I will no longer accept somebody else's appreciation for my diagnosis.
All cancer is awful. The next person "kind" enogh to tell me how good Tc is is hearing Tammy's and Anthony's and Jenny's story. Mine matters none.
So there!
As we meet people and I continue to tell my story, both medical professionals and people on the street hear my tale and say, "Thank goodness it was Tc, that's the best kind to get."
Are you Freakin' Kidding me!!??
I pray for Danny every single day...and have since the second I walked past his room at Sloan and saw him cuddled up with his Mom in that teeny hospital bed. Some blessing this diagnosis is for him.
And for Jenny and the awful news she hears. The words are impossible to form for me, Jenny. I'm just sad to the core for you and your family.
And for Tammy who has bled and sweatted and cried for Anthony not every day, but every second of every day. And for Anthony who has Dr.s telling him 11 different ways to get better while "respectfully disagreeing" with each other consistently about how to get him there.
You know who's blessed?...I am. Those of us who are able to fight on are. But I call Bull**** on the people "congratulating" us for having a "good" cancer. This disease sucks out loud. I HATE it. While I can appreciate that if you haven't been through it, then you just don't know what to say when you meet a real live cancer patient, but PLEASE think of something better than "Thank goodness it was only Tc".
Thanks for listening to me preach, Tc choir. I'm devastated by Jenny's post. I'm sick with worry over Danny, and I am resolving that from this very moment on, I will no longer accept somebody else's appreciation for my diagnosis.
All cancer is awful. The next person "kind" enogh to tell me how good Tc is is hearing Tammy's and Anthony's and Jenny's story. Mine matters none.
So there!
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