Session Three

     Supposed to write to somebody that supports me, but so many people support me that I'm having a tough time choosing one individual. Thank you, everybody who has supported me during this time. Grieving is one of the most exhausting things I have ever done.
     People speak about pregnancy brain, chemo brain; etc, well, I've got grief brain.
      I'm angry at cancer. Relentless, persistent, body-snatching little vermin. Not simply because of what it did to my mom, but because of what it does to millions of people, everywhere. I'm furious at the treatments that has been cultivated because cancer exists. Angry at the awful emotions that cancer brings out of people.
     Taking care of my mom was exhausting both emotionally, as well as physically, and it was extremely hard to watch my mom (Who carried me in her womb, gave birth to me, and raised me unconditional love, told me she was proud of me every chance she got) withers away. Despite this, I learned a lot, I gained confidence, and got to spend time with my mom, and this allowed our relation to deep end. 
          Grief is exhausting.
          Cancer is exhausting.
          Everything comes about for a reason, and is all a part of God's plan
     Breathe pray, and remember that milkshakes and baths are VERY comforting!