Everyone I have ever known as far back as I can remember is literally a cancer, getting worse and worse as time goes on. Unfortunately. That’s not me feeling sorry for myself, just saying.

What do you do with cancer? Well you let it consume and rot you and you die or you kill it with radiation and/or you cut it out and try to limit or eliminate what gave you cancer in the first place.

You can use reverse psychology and say things like you’re alright no worries, and other b******* but I’ll be the judge of that and personally, I don’t feel so confident with that assesment. To say I feel sorry for myself is also waaaaaay off. Way off. That doesn’t even make any sense in this scenario. You can say some shot about how I’m lucky to be able to do this and that, but that not really true. It isn’t luck, it’s initiative and hard work.