Living and dying


If you can’t love me while I’m living…..

Do NOT expect to love me because I’m dying.

I went in for my normal yearly check up June 12th 2023 with my fabulous Dr. To find out I am extremely sick. There is a lot wrong that I won’t go into here. In the beginning I only told my mother, my husband, and my best friend who is my medical power of attorney. (She’s the one I can trust to pull the plug and follow my wishes. No not my husband who will keep me “alive” when there is no life for me to live.)

I started telling my children after the 4 month mark of medication. I’m sure you are wondering why…

I waited to see if things were going to get any better. I have a long road ahead…. but things are being managed at this time.

So with a better outlook I started with my adopted daughter. Than my youngest son. Than I tried to call you….. you refused my call. So….. I decided oh well. They won’t talk to me when I’m living….. why the F**k should they when I’m not healthy/dying.

That lead into this.

My truth. It cannot and will not be changed. Move forward any way you wish. But this….. this is the last I personally will tell you. As I’m sure others have told you plenty.

Stories that are not others to be told seem to be told with freedom. Someday everyone will learn more of when to let the person that needs to tell the story tell it.

This is my story to tell…. and here I will say it.

Things that happen TO ME or WITH me will be told here. This is MY safe place. Where I get to share things in MY life.

DF out

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