I didn’t think it was going to be a problem, but I’m a bit naive sometimes. When I checked my email today I saw that an anonymous commenter had left a nasty little message to me, about what a crybaby I am for complaining about my cancer. Obviously that person doesn’t know me personally, and those of you who do know me, well, you’re probably laughing right now at the fact that someone had the kahunas to call me a complainer. I’m just going to let God deal with this person who probably needs some mental or emotional help and not give it a second thought. Any of my readers who read it, I’m asking you to do the same and don’t judge. It must have been someone who has a terrible life to lash out so harshly at someone with cancer.
That being said, I have to tell you–I have disabled anonymous comments on my site. I am still willing to leave it out in public because I believe that a big purpose of my cancer is for me to be as authentic as possible for the world to see. I believe that good can come of any situation, and that if my blog helps someone else through their battle with cancer, or another equally scary life struggle, then there is a definite destiny in my writing.
Okay, enough with the deep thoughts. Gracie’s at VBS today and I have to go clean out the van before Trinity wakes from her nap. See ya!
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