smokingboot

Not tempting hubris but...

August

Now

And though it's gross to see, it's also very cool and for me, fascinating; not just the changes but the fact that I can observe it in this way. Age of Miracles, baby! I thought the marker was a protein, it's not, its a teeny metal clip attached so that they don't lose sight of the tumour pre-op.

The whole thing is awful and the drugs are horrendous, but not every story ends badly. Maybe this one still will, maybe fate breaks us just as we breathe out. Maybe not.

I never really know what to say re those amazons who stand strong, feel the warrior within, having beaten cancer. So glad for them, but I have problems couching it in battle terms, even though I know my body is fighting for its life. But my heart tells me that if one loses, it is no testament to anything except crummy luck. Strong amazing people live. Strong amazing people die.

Thing is though, this insidious little SOB can die too. And it's worth all the crap to make it happen.

There's a storm outside, the third in two weeks, rage and passion in the grey deep.

I'm glad to see it.