Some Days

Some days are better than other days. It just seems that all I do is think about Lumpy. I don’t just have Breast Cancer…Cancer has invaded every single aspect of my life. And I’m tired of it!

Some days I just get tired. Tired of thinking about Lumpy, explaining Lumpy, dealing with Lumpy.

Some days I’m energized. I feel on fire to tell people, and to encourage all women to get tested.

Some days I just want to curl into a ball and hide under my covers.

Some days I just want to sit quietly in the sun and sip some wine and read a romance novel.

Some days I want to ride my bike for miles and miles!

Some days I dread having to talk to anyone about Lumpy.

Basically, some days with Cancer are like some days without Cancer. Some days are good and some days are not-so-good.

About Tricia Ransom

Patricia Ransom: wife, daughter, friend. Learning, laughing, living. Chicago, Illinois, downstate. Townie, urbanite, traveller. Note: The opinions expressed on this blog belong solely to me and should not be assumed to reflect the opinions of any of my employers past, current, or future.
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4 Responses to Some Days

  1. That’s normal ~ just keep taking baby steps forward. Thinking of you.

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  2. Denise Smalley says:

    Keep positive Tricia, I am a survivor of breast cancer 10 years ago I was going through the same feelings as you..

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    • Tricia Ransom says:

      Thanks. Usually I am positive, but some days not so much. But then again, pre-cancer I was the same way. And congrats to your 10 years!

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