I’m living with my cancer and without fear of death. When I die, I close of the book of life
What causes friendships and metastatic cancer to repel one another like two magnets? The metastatic breast cancer diagnosis I received three and a half years ago sent most of my friends and family scattering like roaches under appliances in a suddenly lit kitchen.
One night last week Canferatu possessed my intestinal tract. The inhuman noises growled low and deep, as surely once awake,
With a metastatic cancer diagnosis it’s imperative that I humbly and graciously accept aid, comfort, support and do so with an open heart and mind. My well-being depends on it. In the past I found it far more difficult to take than give, but my recent caregiving experiences have given me insight into the importance of receiving care to the giver not only the receiver.