One of the things that I promised myself when I was diagnosed with cancer was that I would never worry about what people thought of me ever again. Growing up I was very concious of the way I looked, walked, and talked. Although, those that knew me in my teens may question that statement. haha. Seriously though, it has always been a thing with me. I was always concious of the people around me and there was always a voice in the back of my head conducting my actions and words based on how I thought people would perceive me best. 

 Right up until today I thought I was doing a great job of living up to the promise I had made to myself, and I was, only to have my visit to the hematologist today and the updates that I write on this website for all to see, challenge my loyalty to that promise. Let me explain.