As I embarked in my long, strenuous battle with cancer, I frequently experienced life or death decisions. From the onset, this was the consensus. Each of the proposed treatment options offered to me could have resulted in a life or death sentence. I can’t express how devastated I felt at the time. Granted, I was young and the world was my oyster, and now all I saw was death knocking at my door. Internally, I was shouting at the top of my lungs, WHY ME? WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS? On the outside, I displayed a cold and stern poker face.
Numerouschoicesgiven and difficultdecisions to make.My decisions were crucial which made me feeloverwhelmed and consumedwith grief. I just wanted to runaway and pretend this wasn’t happening to me like it was just a dream.My inner thoughts kept me awake at night,repeatedlyaskingmyself,how could this be happeningto me? Iwas supposed…
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Isn’t life a bitch playing out it’s cruel jokes on us…😔😔
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Yeah that’s life
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