They no longer treat me like
I am human.
A human has flaws.
A human can be weak.
But I… I am their warrior—
their cancer warrior.
I have battled the worst…
the worst a person could imagine.
And I have come out unscathed.
But have I?
Have I not been damaged by this tempest?
Have I not been broken by this storm?
Weathered and wearied,
a shoreline disappearing.
No, they say.
No, they tell me.
I am a fighter.
I am a thriver.
I am a superhero.
They no longer treat me like
I am human.
A human has feelings.
A human has needs.
But I… I am their warrior—
their cancer warrior.
I am the superhero who does not bleed.
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Wow this hits so hard
Your story hits home. Thank you for sharing!