Every 3 weeks, my body tries to kill itself, so that I can live
Every 3 weeks, infusions flow through me, and I lose my hair, my body and my will
Every 3 weeks as toxins rage through my nerves, it becomes harder and harder to remember everyday things
Every 3 weeks as pain sears my body and my mind in half, I hear senseless sermons on gratitude and positivity
Every 3 weeks I put on my cap and make the journey through the hallowed halls of life giving, losing a little more of what my life used to be
Every 3 weeks as I lose my appetite and no longer enjoy food that brought me joy, I receive compliments on my weight loss
Every 3 weeks, as I struggle to breathe and hold my body together, I am asked to share my story as an inspiration
Every 3 weeks, I die slowly, so that I can live a little!
Mockingbirds, Looking Glasses & Prejudices... 
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I’m thinking of you, Cirtnecce. Take care x
Thanks Helen ❤️
Every three weeks….gosh. Hugs to the millionth power…..
Hugs back!
Oh gosh, I wish I could just sit quietly with you right now and hold your hand.
I think you always do, over the last decade through all my tough days 😊 some gestures one can feel across continents and oceans.
Jayanti – EVERY week you are in my thoughts and I wish you something, anything to make this go away. You don’t have to be strong, you don’t have to be inspiring, you just have to be you xoxo
Thank You Brona! I am so blessed to have your friendship! Maybe one day it will go away ….fingers crossed.
This is so tough… take care… Thinking of you… Thanks for posting
Thank You ❤️
I’ve been wondering how you’re doing but I’ve been trying to go on Instagram to see your lovely smiling face. Sending love and hugs! It’s all I can do ….
The hugs and the love goes a long way in helping me recover. Hope you are well Sis!