It takes every bit of control for me to step out of the car when we arrive at the cancer center.
I takes every bit of control for me to hold my composure when the nurse comes to me with the bags of chemo, with the tubes, with the needles.
It takes every bit of control for me to go on…
I just want to run away and never look back.
But it’s in me now
and I know it’s gonna hit me shortly
and I need to be in bed when it does.
Tags: Control
