I am not a writter.
I need no followers.
But I need to speak.
Talk about cancer.
About dying,living and my life now.
Why on a blog? That I do not understand. Maybe because Facebook is not the proper place for chemo jokes or to share past-midnight thoughts.
It doesn't matter. I'll just see it as a psychotherapy of some kind...
Perhaps I grab on this immortality promise. A promise that despite my demise a fingerprint of me will be out there somewhere...
And so I start...
I need no followers.
But I need to speak.
Talk about cancer.
About dying,living and my life now.
Why on a blog? That I do not understand. Maybe because Facebook is not the proper place for chemo jokes or to share past-midnight thoughts.
It doesn't matter. I'll just see it as a psychotherapy of some kind...
Perhaps I grab on this immortality promise. A promise that despite my demise a fingerprint of me will be out there somewhere...
And so I start...
