Walking through hell days 7&8 -Keep me in your heart for a while

Yesterday after having ritually destroyed myself at the gym, I binge watched the last few episodes of House MD and well the last few minutes of the last episode hit too close to home I guess. The last 10 or so minutes of House MD's last episode show a stoned House apparently committing suicide only for him to show up out of the blue (he didn't exactly show up but made Wilson know he wasn't "dead"-he texted him lol) at his own "funeral". The last few scenes then cut to House and Wilson on a motorcycle about to ride off into the sunset and one of the last lines of the show is Wilson asking House "what happens when the cancer gets bad?" and House's response was very typically Housish-"Cancer's boring".

One of my cousin's has had cancer and for a better part of the last year or so she and her family have stayed at our home. During this time I for the most part ignored their exsistence entirely and focused on what I then thought was important, the step1 and med school. Well I have passed the step 1 and the med school part has run into a bit of a problem but it nevertheless will eventually come around; but honestly I feel bad for not having been there for her as much as I should've. 

During her time with us she has undergone two surgeries, six months of chemo and a month or so of radiotherapy. She has gone through a lot and I hope and wish and pray that she gets better soon. 

Cancer really is boring; a boring yet cruel disease.
 



Today I finished all of CNS and will be starting endocrinology in the evening hopefully. I am now about to go and once again destroy myself at the gym. Wish me luck.

🌙it is beautiful isn't it.

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