I’ve never felt more alone.
The path I’m on is mine alone. I know I have many, many people who love and support me, but even if they could, they can’t do this with me. I’m reminded of this every morning when my amazing nurses place my rigid plastic mask over my face and lock it into place. My eyes are held shut as I’m held into millimeter alignment for the radiation beam. The many daily jaw and tongue muscle exercises. The list of solitary activities goes on.
This is not to say I don’t appreciate all the support, love, prayers, etc, that have been sent my way and continue to be sent. I love it. I love all of it. It’s humbling to know that anyone cares — it really has restored my faith in humanity.
I can’t imagine doing any of this without the support of my family and friends. Nobody else can go in my stead. So I go “once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.”