I remember a few weeks before all the cancer stuff started I was talking with some friends about how many times we had been to the hospital. I think I had been maybe 5 times.
Looking back on that is pretty funny. When we were talking about it I felt so cool to have gone to the hospital!
Now I’m surprised when people say they have only gone a handful of times, like how did you get your chemo? And then I remember that this isn’t something that happens to everyone. But it feels so normal for me, even if it’s only been a few months.
What I’m trying to say is that I don’t think of myself as someone who needs pity because I have cancer, it just feels like another part of me. I am doing what I would be doing any other summer just mixed with hospital stays. So thank you everyone who has given me compassion and love and also has treated me still as me.