It took me about 48 hours to get my head around this, but I wanted to let you all know that I am back in the game. Got my head on straight again. Standing up. No longer lying in the soil.
It suddenly dawned on me this morning that, hell, there's only one way to think about this: Just keep on living. Just like I was before I heard the news. Enjoy this day. Go out. Play with kids. See friends. Why shouldn't I? None of us know how long we'll be on this earth. I can't predict the end game here. Chemo might work fabulously for me once again. So, nose to the grindstone, do it. But in the meantime, enjoy what you've got. Try not to let fear paralyze you, or spin you into a deep funk. It might ultimately be wasted energy. (If history teaches me anything, I could be in good shape again in less than a year.) Be strong. Let friends help you and love you. Love them right back. Appreciate everything, as much as you can. Have faith in the treatment plan that has been set up for you. Recognize your tremendous physical and mental strength as the gifts that they are. Be patient. Be brave. Be happy, even. Glass half-full. Glass 3/4 full.
Oh heck, let's go a little crazy here and fill that glass all the way.
Then let's try to stop using corny idioms altogether.