I feel like I'm missing. Like the real me is lost. Like I disappeared on May 17th 2017. I keep trying to find the real Jo, the one who found joy in the simple every day things. To stop being selfish and only reflecting on myself and my symptoms. I miss her and I know other people do too. I want to be me again for myself, for Rob, for my family, for my friends, for my dogs but I feel stuck.
I was talking to my Dad recently and he told me the phrase, "the light at the end of a tunnel is another train coming" and at the moment that's genuinely how I feel. Every appointment we have feels like another shit piece of news.
I know I'm on "the best treatment in the world right now" for my cancer and that I should be bloody grateful as there are some many people out there who would love to have access to the drug but I'm just finding it really difficult to cope.
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