One of the hardest things about cancer.
Is having to meet your body as a stranger every single day.
How are we feeling today?
Will it be constant pain?
Overwhelming fatigue?
Will I be able to taste food today? Or even have an appetite?
Will I have motor skills? Or be clumsy and trip over my feet.
Will my brain be one I recognize today?
Or will I struggle to find words, remain focused or carry a conversation?
Nothing feels normal anymore, and the truth is, it might not ever again.
Of course I miss the me I was before cancer.
But sometimes I also miss the me I was yesterday, or last week.
Everyday I meet my body again, like it’s my very first time living in it.
Not know if it will be a good day, a strong day, or if it’s about to be a very very hard one.
Good morning body, it’s nice to meet you.
I don’t know if you will be good to me today.
But I promise to be good to you.