battling my neuropathy and loss of feeling in my hands which is at an all time high, that while attempting to take the second dose, I dumped them all in the toilet. God is telling me “too soon for more poison put it down for this month.” $18,000 down the drain.
I contend, against what some might disagree with, that the fundamental rules of the road still apply to relationships even after a cancer diagnosis. Mind you, special circumstances arise like depression for either partner, Post Traumatic Stress Disorder for the patient, anxiety, survivors guilt (if you’re not stage four), and an inability to partake in […]
According to new research published by Race for Life today, nearly half (47%) of people diagnosed with cancer said they found it hard to ask for help. — Read on www.cancerresearchuk.org/about-us/cancer-news/press-release/2019-05-06-almost-half-of-people-diagnosed-with-cancer-find-it-hard-to-ask-for-help-as-many-fear-being-pitied
Exhausted by breath excused for the whispers “How does she do it? What does it look like?” Talk of cures and tinctures and dragons tails.