Borrowed time: (To)live on borrowed time to continue living after a point at which you might easily have died: Since his cancer was diagnosed, he feels as if he’s living on borrowed time. to continue to exist longer than expected: It is unlikely that serious decisions will be made by a CEO living on borrowed […]
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.
Traversing my inner space wearing the lens of metastatic disease, my inner eye wanders into dark places at times. The glasses have me reading invisibilities into ideas that have no real importance. Ideas such as what my life’s purpose what could I possibly serve the world when at the moment I was diagnosed with #metastatic breast cancer three years ago, my needs far outweigh my ability to give. Many days my questions return only an inner sigh of response. My contributions and defining myself and my roles becomes so foggy, so unclear to me.
If “it is what it is,” why is it so the collateral damage of metastatic cancer so fucking hard?