Much as I doubt that anyone is still following this blog, I feel that it has become: a) a confessional for me, b) a record of living with MF, again, for me, and c) something that someone may stumble upon, perhaps long after I'm no longer here, while looking for information and resources for living with MF.
To that latter point, I know I've searched for blogs, vlogs, and other peer resources that just don't seem to be there in any great number. The few that I have found just don't speak to me; they're perky, avoiding any meaningful exploration of the negative side of MF. But it's not the up side I need to explore, it's the dark side of it. That's where I need to commiserate, the territory that deals with the back and forth between wanting to live and wanting to give over to what seems to be the inevitable, the exhaustion of dealing with blood cancer over 14 or so years, of dealing with what I've come to think of as "the medical life". It's like there's a general refusal to dig into the frightening side of MF that leaves me unfulfilled. But I know there are others out there who need this discussion too.
Throughout the three years of living with this particular blood cancer, my mind has been all over the place, settling on something one minute and then casting it aside and going in another direction minutes later. I guess that's what happens when you live with a disease that's designed to take your life, and if you're the sort of person who spends far too much time processing it, and perhaps more pointedly, overthinking it. Having OCD, with its circular thinking that won't allow me to just put certain thoughts on the back burner, doesn't help here.
Two months into 2024, my disease and I have come to a sort of understanding; We have made an agreement to live side-by-side until this situation becomes intolerable for one of us.
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