We're also linked with Messy Marriage's Wedded Wednesday/
This week's word is JOY.
Every time I think things can't get worse, they do. Realizing that you need to get to the bathroom, and all you can do is crawl...and you don't make it...what do you call that?
Living the dream.
I'm living the dream because, please, fellow Brits (by way of Mongolia), pardon me...I AM STILL BLOODY HERE.
This hasn't knocked me off yet, and with the pain, and the humiliation (both physical and in regard to some relationships, I am beating this.
Because I am still alive, and I am still looking forward to tomorrow.
Sure, today was kind of lost to anything but just maintaining position. I wasn't able to do more than take care of the dogs and watch a couple of DVDs as reference to writing projects.
But I am looking forward to a better tomorrow. Cancer, you can't take that away from me!
And there is joy in this fight.
My main allies on the spot are dogs; better than people, they are closer to blood and bone. They get it.
And this is a fight of blood and bone. I have to talk my way through everything I do..."Okay, just do this...and now do that..."
One step at a time.
And there is joy in this. There is joy in kicking this illness in the face, by finding life to be something worthwhile.
There is joy in sharing this, that a death sentence can be something to be celebrated (as long as you have to be there) because you can witness to life's value, and not waste time in stupid sentimental pathos.
"Oh, poor me, I'm going to DIE-eee!"
Pardon me again, but the veriest HELL with that sort of rubbish.
I am going to enjoy this fight. I am enjoying it.
AND I HAVE ALREADY WON, BECAUSE I AM HERE NOW!
"We are in the place of honour, and we must accept it."
Squadron Leader Philip Hunter, 264 Sdrn. RAF, shortly before he was killed in the Battle of Britain