Saving my Spoon & Skipping Chemo

Tonight I feel broken, weary, chewed up, spit out and cracked up into pieces that are just trying to hang on with fingernails and a prayer. Does it get better? Sometimes the words don’t even make sense. Something is said so often that it starts to jumble altogether into something different, unrecognizable. And yet, I … Continue reading Saving my Spoon & Skipping Chemo