Last night I was feeling down. With treatment comes the side effucks that I try hard to not complain about. But last night I was tired. Tired of being a lab rat for the last 20 yrs. Tired of being a pin cushion. Tired of being poked and prodded. One of the perks with Zometa…

Roller coaster. Right? I’ve said it countless times before. This disease, the treatment, the side effucks (hi insomnia), the waiting…on markers, on a cure, on death…it’s a rollercoaster unlike no other. And right now I’m heading up, knowing at some point I could be on my way down. But right now for me, I’m enjoying…

“The truth about life and lie about life is not measured by others but by your intuition, which never lies.“ Santosh Kalwar In today’s world one can’t walk down the street without encountering someone who is battling cancer, won the war on cancer or lost a loved one to cancer. It’s everywhere. In a sense…

It’s been a hot minute since I have written. No reason why just didn’t have any words to share and wanted to live in the moments of life for a bit. Quick update..markers continue to drop. Waiting for the latest from yesterday‘s visit. The meds seem to be keeping me stable. White count is highest…