living with a secret
Someone told me recently that I could look at my life as though I'm living with a secret. My chemo so far doesn't make my hair fall out. I surprisingly do not look as though I'm dying, I look and feel healthy as of now. I posses the knowledge of my future and those who do not know me, do not. Walking around the cruise ship and looking at all the happy people on vacation was in a way a daunting experience. Why do all these people who love buffets and to sit in the sun get to live "forever"? But I always go back to, who knows what they've been through. They could have their own diagnosis that they aren't aware of or that they're not visually sharing. One night we were at dinner on the ship and we were sitting right next to a woman who clearly was growing back in her head of hair. I immediately had this feeling, she has breast cancer. Sure enough she struck up a conversation with us and it turns out her and...