I don’t want to whine tomorrow, which is my birthday. I have a few minutes left to whine tonight. I am tired of this stupid lymphedema in my legs, having to wear hot ass compression wrappings and dealing with the stupid compression machine.
All of this is due to having renal cell carcinoma. Fucking cancer had to get this last hit, didn’t it?
But, in 21 minutes I’ll be 35. That makes me two years older than when I got my cancer diagnosis. I no longer fear the birthdays, I am ecstatic over how good it feels to make it to another one.
Whining is done, time to pump my leg again. Have a good night.