Today is one of those days, where I just want to go home, climb into bed and rolll up.
Being a Type 1 Diabetic for 25 years, people would think it gets easier, but not really. I actually prefer when my mother use to regulate everything when I was small. It was just so much easier not to think about it. And to make matter worse, I am fearing August. Why? Because in August I will be going for my second chemotherapy session for my Thyroid cancer. Ugh!
My poor body cannot anymore. My skin is terrible, my hair is terrible, my nails are terrible. I am as pale and yellow as ever.
But anyhow, I am strong (I think), nothing I can do about it anyways. At least I have a supportive family, especially my mom, hubby and sista. Love those people to bits!
Sorry, maybe tomorrow will be a better day