But this page 7 must be restored for one simple reason. My mental health.
I feel like a lab experiment. perhaps this is just how it always is with cancer. Especially when you have as rare a form as I do. Everyone is being nice about it but I am a rat in a cage right now. The longer I am reminded of this, the worse my frustration will boil in my heart before I hit the point where I bubble over.
I already endured twelve days of this hell. Everyone is poking the living sh*t out of you and asking you the same god damned questions over and over again. Just give me my damn treatment and let me go. There's caution and there's over protective. Now we're reaching the latter. If page 9 does not begin with me waking up at home, it will not be pretty.
I've reached the boiling point. I need to go home.