I woke up around 4:30 am this morning, and read that Kelly Preston died yesterday after a two year battle with breast cancer. It fucked me up. I started crying; had to take a Xanax to calm down. I keep tearing up. The last few days have been difficult, and this is just really messing with my mind right now. It doesn’t matter who you are or how much money you have – this shit always gets you in the end.
I’m trying to stay strong and positive, but it is becoming more difficult.
I have a PET scan scheduled for Friday morning, and then will meet with the oncologist on Friday afternoon where we will discuss the results, tweaking the treatment plan if necessary.
It’s hard to carry on normally in light of all this, but I just remind myself that this journey is going to be a roller-coaster. I just have to hang on and make the most of it.