So it doesn’t feel any different than before.  It still hasn’t set in either yet.  I still have my pic line in my arm.  I can’t wait to get it out.  I don’t care if I still have to give blood at least every two weeks.  Get this thing out of me.  It itches and is so uncomfortable.  Plus I hate wrapping my arm every single time I shower.  I am over it.

Okay, enough with the complaining.  I am grateful to be in remission.  I guess it just scares the shit out of me still.  The back of my mind, it’s always possible to come back.  I guess that’s just part of the gig.

My little brother posted this the other day(how the hell did he get so smart?):

For those of you who need it:

“Pain is temporary. It may last for a minute, or an hour or a day, or even a year. But eventually, it will subside. And something else take its place. If I quit, however, it will last forever.”

“The most important thing is this: to be able at any moment – to sacrifice what you ARE, for what you will BECOME!”

Both of these I have lived in for the last.  It’s something that I had to remind myself everyday.  It’s just a temporary thing.  I’ve lived in the grey for the last year, not for reasons that are fun.  I really didn’t know day to day what would happen next.  The mind is a wonderful thing for the body.