As the title says.
I want the bloody cancer gone, but it’s growing and growing. Chemo isn’t working. I’m tired, I miss my old life, I want to work again, I’m bitter and jealous of seemingly “ well “ people. I’m sick of scans, bloods, chemo, shit news, traveling to hospital, draining the NHS, navigating pain relief, being unable to plan anything and most of all, the fucking stupidly annoying “MacMillan “together will beat cancer ads” Urghh.. you reckon do you?
My kids need me. I’m doing my best but I’m crumbling.