What defines me?

Cancer , A Dozen Kids , Life, Struggle

Chemo therapy itself wasn’t as bad as I had anticipated. But the aftermath of trying to come home and cook dinner and be a single mom that was rough. I haven’t been able to brush my hair I have no strength. I peeled potatoes from my couch while resting my wrist on the trash can cause I couldn’t hold up my hands. I cried many times. I fell a few times. I puked a lot. I got angry at myself for not being strong enough. Hoping tomorrow goes better…. IF my hair doesn’t fall out ill have dreads soon if i don’t figure out how to have the strength to brush it.

Tomorrow is church for the kids and Malachi and I have some special plans.


I have so much I want to say about the events that played out yesterday. But Ill have to save that for a time when I have some energy.. I need sleep something fierce.

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