You Better Get Ready

I am not suger coating anything. I am writing on my good days and on my bad days.
Don't you dare try to step in and give me ANY sort of advice if you have not been HERE before.
I was given steroids in the hospital. I am apathetic about everything. I am sick of advice. When my husband raised a bottle in happines to show me hawaain coffe I freaked out backed up started crying and was GENUINly afraid of him. FOR NO REASON AT ALL NO REASON I was scared of the one person I trust more than anyone else in the WORLD and I was SCARED of him and I don't know why.
If you haven't been here you better hope you never get here and if you do get here and you are a weak person, you may as well bend over and kiss your ass goodbye, that and your sanity. I am acting erratically real and not real are not that clear my family thinks Im faking or thinks it is stress and they are in denial, everyone except my parents and maybe Leigh but I shake and cry all day today.
FOR THOSE OF YOU TRHAT SAY TAKE THIS BLOG DOWN I give you the big fat finger because there is no other blog like this out there. Brain tumor people need to know what they are or could be in for emotionally, physically, medically, for gods or whjatevers sake dont just tell us your flippin good times.
THIS is how it is it is like tony Romo (cowboys)
When you have a good day, you have a really good day, when you have a bad day you have a really bad fricking day period no inbetween.