I know some of the emotions I felt during chemo were physical. I call those “fake” emotions. When I recognized an imposter, I would choose to concentrate on what I KNEW. I knew I was doing the right thing, I knew God was with me, I knew God was leading me and guiding me.
I was reading in the Psalms and poor David was complaining that everyone had forsaken him. Even in my pity party, I rejoiced as I thought of how I was not forsaken, but surrounded by help and love and laughter and friendship. I was richly blessed!
Joy in Cancer 