Cold is more of an attitude than a temperature. Especially in Hell. My past and misdeeds have already been judged. Yet you, you with a warm heart, know the circumstances that swayed my poor decisions, as I lived in poverty and was a victim of countless abuse and starvation of needs. My actions were wrong, and I don’t justify it. I just wish I’d been taught, helped to find a better way. But my past has passed. And as you feel rightfully cold, in your “goodness”, you won’t even let me warm you.
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I am a brain cancer survivor living life after emergency-mode. I’ve gone through everything you hear about, finding out you have cancer, surgery, treatment, making plans, getting help, being unconscious, and so on. I may refer back to that... Shit, it may COME back to that! But for now, I’d like to talk about life AFTER the emergency mode that brain cancer brings. I’d like to talk about normal, regular, everyday life when part of your brain is gone and the rest takes over. I’d like to talk about normal, regular, everyday life when your perspective changes. I’d like to talk about normal, regular, everyday life when others see you differently and they either get you or they don’t. I’ve spent over three and a half years holding this in, mainly because I didn’t want to be labeled as having brain cancer. Many people fail to understand what that label brings. It’s not the same as denial- think about that. However, after all this time, I realize that holding onto it feels like cancer. I didn’t chose cancer but I had chosen to hold onto what felt like cancer. Not any more. So here it goes. I hope you get something good out of it, my brain cancer freeish, everyday life perspective. View all posts by Lahla