30 August 2012
It's just over a year since I found out mrs burr had cancer and seven months since Bay arrived.
All the major treatment is done bar some pills and more surgery.
I should feel good, but I feel as bad as I did even in the worst chemo days.
Maybe because we can't do any more, maybe because 'normal' life is knocking. It's now a case of.. 'oh you had cancer; aww poor you, but yeah it's all over'.. But how is it? How is that shadow ever gone?
I've lost the train of thought that I wanted to convey in this blog. The gist is that no matter how hard life gets, there's always worse and there's always better. If I can centre my thoughts I will share but in the meantime
Keep fighting and keep farting
Farting Life • Opuss № I