Living LONG-term with Cancer

 A day or so out from my first post and I’m stone cold sober.  As tempted as I am to take it down or edit it, I won’t.  Nobody reads my blog anyway so I will continue to barf up fears as well as any trite positive “motto” that occurs to me.   I ask myself for patience while I figure out how to be creative (add a picture etc...) to this forum.  Technology is not my forte.  While yes, I did have pics on my first blog, the formatting has changed, so it’s a matter of a very middle aged retiree learning a new software 😳 Until next time, keep on hopping 🐸❣️     🤮

 Tonight (because my latest chemo regime has the side effect of insomnia) I am officially launching this new blog.  I came to the realization, in the chemo chair, this week, that the leak in my boat of hope, I have been floating in these past 5+ years, has slowly intensified.  The boat has always been leaking because I live with, what is, at present, incurable cancer.  Sane people  would ask, how can you honestly call it hope, isn’t it really a boat of denial, denial, denial? But I have decided to err on the side of optimism unless or until I am struck by a big fat cancer or COVID reality brick chucked my way, that informs me that I’m really the frog in the boiling pot, not the frog hopping around from treatment option to treatment option, like they are lillipads  in my boat of hope.  That said, I am a human not a frog, so I can’t be a frigg’in optimist 24/7.  Welcome to the ‘Living with Cancer long-term 😔. I will explain what happened in the che...