Mini Meltdown

Love meltdown stories, they make us all feel more human. It's weird how you can take the most devastating news without shedding a tear then lose it over a screw-top! I was very stoic and calm and rational whenever I talked to people about cancer and cancer treatments. (Everyone told me how 'strong' and 'positive' I was -- wasn't how I felt at all; I was just good at pretending.)

Anyway one day the bus was pulling away just as I got to the stop, and even though the driver saw me running, he ignored me and kept going. Well guess what? I burst into sobbing, heaving, tears. I was beyond caring if I made other people uncomfortable. I'd like to say I felt better afterwards, but I didn't -- just felt blah. Stupid cancer; stupid chemo; stupid hormones. A bad day is a bad day, right?

Big love to all who are going through treatments over christmas. Hang in there and be kind to yourselves.

Go well,

Heather