I’d cry, but what’s the point?
Also – I’m not sure I could stop if I really let myself go.
I’m trying to drown myself in work, but I honestly just don’t give a single fuck about any of this bullshit anymore.
I’m hoping that meeting with my oncologist on Wednesday will help me feel better. I need more info. I need a plan. I need to know I’m doing something to fight this. Right now it feels like I’m just spinning my fucking wheels.