It’s really hit me:
I HAVE CANCER.
I woke to a dream that my cancer had spread to all parts of my body, and the doctors were conversing about what to do – meanwhile, I had been given, somehow, responsibility for tending to Amanda Palmer’s chest of pre-marriage items and I didn’t know what to do about them, either.
I interpret it all as:
I have cancer and I’m scared AF and I have so many important, artistic things to do –
And I have CANCER.
Yes, it’s thyroid cancer –
But, in case you haven’t done the research (and why would anyone unless you or someone you loved had it?), DOCTORS call it “the good cancer” because it’s easy for them to cut a bunch of things out and give you a radioactive (YES, like NUCLEAR!!) iodine that kills all of the thyroid cells and then they give more medicines…
But what about those of us (and there seem to be LOTS) who are super-sensitive to chemicals or who just don’t respond as they want us to respond to their inadequate, relatively-new thyroid replacement medications?
My life will be stolen from me, killed by medications.
I’m looking for an alternative. I need help – be it money for alternatives or information or money so I can look for information and alternatives.
In case you didn’t get it: I have cancer. And i have cancer after having been abused by my husband and my my son for twenty years.
I thought I was free – and instead, I have cancer.
I want to write books and help people with nonprofits. I want to love and travel and sail and share beautiful things with everyone —
But, instead?
I have cancer.
I’ll be 46 two days before Halloween 2020
And I have cancer.
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