My Journal

I didn't think that it would be that hard. Tape some pictures to a book and write the date in. But now that I'm filling a huge journal in to document the past 2 years....it's exhausting. I have done a little at a time. Because, I want to get every word, emotion right. But, there is just too many words to describe surgery, chemotherapy, radiation.  Basically I want to say, " It F**king sucked! But, this is something I will share with everyone & cursing may not be the best way to describe it. To be honest I still can't believe that I have battled Cancer. This is my Journey. And that is the name of my book, My Journey. Because it's not yours, it's mine. But, I am ready to share every detail. Every emotion. the good & bad. Let me tell you...the pictures speak for themselves. 

I shared my first few pages with Paul and we both cried. I never took pictures the first time around, 2002. It was different. I was indestructible. Brain surgery was nothing to me. Not until I got home 2 weeks later, looked in the mirror & said, " What the hell are you doing?"  It's kind of how I feel right now. What the hell did I do? How did I do it? 

I can finally start this project. I am far enough along that I can look at pictures and have a clear memory of what happened. Day by day. It's all too clear now. I took a step back and realized that I am stronger than I think. 

I am ready for the next step in my life. Because I have the journal to remind me that if I can go through that...I can accomplish almost anything. And that I have a hard head!