LIVING WITH CANCER

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I don't really want to do this, but I feel I should, not sure why, just a feeling. I have to type, to get the thoughts out of my head. They are going through my head so quickly it hurts, I am getting a headache. I am crying as I type, my face is completely wet. I feel strange, cold but slightly sweaty. I feel weak, low in my strength. My face is hot. My hands are shaking, I can't control them, they seem not to be mine. My head is bursting, with tears, with shouts. Two hours ago; “Any chance that you might take out the stitches today?” I asked...