Apparently cancer was not enough. I fell last Nov and shattered my pelvis & cracked my sacrum top to bottom. That was a bitch to do Rehab on. Then my Ortho Surgeon said I shouldn't have broken, and sent me to a Endocrinologist. The bone density is OK, but the Doc found that my thyroid is dead and I'm pre diabetic. On the way out of his office a woman too old to be driving hit my lovingly cared for PT Cruiser convertible. Then I have surgery for knee replacements, which I was slow to recover from. Now I'm having memory issues and had a CT and MRI last week.
The gift of being agnostic is I can't feel picked on, nor can I expect any deity to help me. My husband is supportive, my mother is worthless, and 2 of my 3 children were a waste of my time and hard work. This falls under the umbrella of " Shit Happens". Shit will continue to happen until I'm dead. I have 4 years left on the cancer survival projection, but now I'm worried about my memory diagnosis. Since cancer, I'm not afraid of much other than loss of autonomy. The scans last week reminded me that I continue to be moderately claustrophobic, and being restrained turns me into a monster. Happy, happy. Joy, joy.