I'm wishing that I could just pretend that this week doesn't exist. That I could hibernate somewhere in a sedated state where I don't need to think, feel or pretend that everything is ok. I wish I could just disappear and come back next Monday. Come back as myself. The me before cancer.
Shallow wishes, I suppose. But I can't help but wish them anyway.
This will be the toughest week. I know this, because it already is.
Channeling deep breathes and my bravest face.
I will be ok, even if it isn't the ok that I want to be.