Last night I attended a breast cancer support group with an assortment of ten other women, all different ages, backgrounds and various stages of the disease. Some women are having a hard time physically, others not so bad. Some have better attitudes than others, but if they are anything like me, it fluctuates from day to day, hour to hour. There is something reassuring to be able to sit in a room with other women who are going through what you are going through, existing at their most vulnerable and honest selves. In these surroundings, no one cares how successful you are, how much money you have, or where you live and this is not the norm for Southern California. All WE care about is that we are not alone.
We are all looking for answers to our many questions, reassurance that we are getting the right care, knowledge that chemo brain is not a permanent disability, but most of all, we are looking for hope. Someone used the metaphor that we are on a train, and that train is cancer. I can only surmise that this train makes many stops, consists of all kinds of people, and everyone on it, is experiencing a different trip. All you can do is go along for the ride, try to make it as comfortable as possible, and hopefully you will meet some fellow passengers along the way who will understand and make you feel that you are not alone. That's all I can hope for at this point.
I typed this entry three times and each time Foxfire crashed before I had saved the good parts. I am too tired to try a fourth time, so this will have to do. Not liking Foxfire at all lately and should probably switch to Safari.
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