life is turning into an overwhelming struggle, an everyday battle that i feel left alone and completely unprepared to fight.
where’s my army? where’s my band of brothers? (most of them, awol, i fear, gone bamboo, off lurking in their idyllic hideouts.)
i never said i’d be easy. i never promised not to be a complete disaster. i thought i held up a big end of the bargain. i lived.
that didn’t end my war though. so where are you? i’m not asking for your sympathy, your understanding, your tears. i just want your help. and if you can’t find your way to here to offer it, then let me come to you.
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May 3, 2010 at 1:49 pm
Maria
I’m never tired of your or your “cancer-y problems.”
May 1, 2010 at 1:10 pm
merium
oh man~what’s wrong with people? many of us in the interwebs care, and we are always here for you. sending a huge virtual hug, and a reminder to the slacker ‘friends’ that karma’s a bitch….
April 30, 2010 at 7:08 pm
f*ck yeah, motherhood!
this is the internet. you are never alone.
I might be a stranger, but I’ve been lurking in your life and came out of hiding to say that people care about your cancery problems, sister. loving someone who is sick is hard, but being sick is harder.
hang in there.
April 30, 2010 at 11:57 am
bits of myself
look, i know most of you don’t take the time to google what i’m referencing. so here are the liner notes:
“basically everyone’s been giving me the silent (and sometimes not so), ‘fuck off, i’m tired of dealing with you and your cancer-y problems’ lately.”