I found my fellow Ewing's sarcoma peep Kaylin's My Planet page, and was drawn irresistibly over to her blogspot site, after which I took the red pill and kept going farther and farther.....and then I found THIS. Enjoy! ----Heidi

Elvis on my Pelvis

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Last day of radiation is tomorrow, thankfully. I am tired of my outside blistering and my inside turning to mush. Five more chemos left. To say I've been depressed lately would be a gross understatement- bursts of tears will be triggered by something as trivial as guilt over my mom buying me socks. I feel like a burden. Everything seems too delicate and temporary. I look out and see paper houses and paper trees, origami lives being smooshed to bits every now and then for no particular reason. My current situation is seeped in self-induced loneliness and death and anxiety over how short my life might be. I really wish I could say troop morale was better, but, war is always grim.

I want you all to know that the King is alive and well somewhere south of my bellybutton.

Maybe when I'm better I'll get him tattooed over the burn?