It was going to happen eventually. I’d meet someone and I’d like him enough to want to share my story with him. It’s amazing how well I can keep a secret. I never slip up. It also amazes me how much other stuff I can talk about which isn’t cancer related! (Ha to all of you who thought I was a one dimensional one trick pony) 😉
Now I’ve been dating him a while and it just seems right to tell him. It could go either way, and the weird thing is as much as I like him, if it’s not for him I won’t be too upset about it because I know that the guy who’s worth getting upset over is the one who accepts me as I am and is proud of me.
It’s funny how you think you know someone until you’re ill or something bad happens. Only then you find out what kind of a person they are.
Oh well let’s see how this giant cookie crumbles…