Game On
Y'all miss me? It's been a while. (And now I have that horrific song, "It's Been Awhile" by Staind in my head. Mother f#$%er.) It's been a while for a couple of reasons. One, my family and I were gallivanting around Paris for two weeks, watching Women's World Cup games, eating baguettes, sweating our asses off and making memories of a lifetime. Two, I've been in a funk. I suffer from depression. That's generally par for the course with stage IV cancer. Can't say that I have ever met anyone who was diagnosed with a terminal disease who wasn't, at minimum, a little depressed. "Stage IV, you say? Well that's fucking fantastic! That's the bees knees! I'm gonna pee my pants with excitement!" Not so much. Truth is, I was diagnosed with depression long before I was diagnosed with cancer. I've been on meds for nearly 19 years. I used to have really high, highs and very low, lows. I am not bipolar, but