I really just learned that life lesson.
After cancer, and the doctors saying, that my type very well may return, and only in the brain, I kinda' lost it inside. I think I used to get everything I wanted to never think about, my own health, or lack of family. I actually called it "retail therapy". These last few months I've come to terms with life. It's time to really start "living", as I feel now that I've been just "existing" for so long.
When I still had the staples in my head from surgery, I went and got a cancer related tattoo. It sits just under the shirt collar line on the back of my neck, hidden by clothing, I do have to keep a
somewhat professional apperance.
Its one word. FAITH. Faith in no particular religion, just the possibility of a higher being, and, what the tattoo really means to me, faith in yourself. I kinda forgot that somewhere. I think it's back though!
