tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511464761401117516.post2941916442633461795..comments2016-11-25T04:25:56.216-05:00Comments on the things we say when we don't know what to do.: Healthy People Playing Sickhhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05411490243949597123noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1511464761401117516.post-26916345783306845692016-11-25T04:25:56.216-05:002016-11-25T04:25:56.216-05:00Dear h,
Crying reading your posts. Feeling solid...Dear h,<br /><br />Crying reading your posts. Feeling solidarity seeing my vivacious, smart, creative college classmate facing life's challenges so humbly and beautifully. I came home from the hospital 2 days ago with a bag of pee attached to me, as the cancer has metastasized to the point that my left kidney can't drain and I've been in the same pain one feels passing a kidney stone for almost 2 weeks straight. No nurse, urologist, surgeon, etc has given me ideas really about how to live with this external bladder. So far I'm just wearing the one pair of pants I left the hospital in with a pocket big enough to fit it. I said, "And hopefully the chemotherapy shrinks things so that this can be removed," and my loving, magical husband said, "Or maybe you'll just have a punk rock ureter." <br /><br />We are so much younger than I ever imagined being facing such challenges. I am so sorry for what you are going through and so happy to be connected. <br /><br />Sending love,<br />AnnieAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18332864716659157694noreply@blogger.com