I don't know why people are so proud of me or are even inspired by me. I am not really doing anything that special going through this. I go to the treatments, they don't affect me as bad as they could, I almost had to take the course that may cause infertility, but I didn't have to (or don't have to yet at least). It just weirds me out I guess, I really appreciate everyone's kind words, but I just feel like it is unprecedented. I shouldn't be given praise for my good luck or pitied for my bad luck either. I just feel really bad for people who are worse off and I don't feel good about myself. I never really have, and I honestly didn't come on here to have a pity party thrown for me, but that has been the hardest part of this. "Why me? I'm not special. Why not me? I'm not that special. Why are you praising me? I'm just doing what I am supposed to and hopefully putting this in my past soon enough." I think more than anything I am frustrated with the situation. People don't need to worry or fuss over me. I am strong enough to do this in the big picture, while sure there are days in the small picture that have me emotionally wrung out. I hate having an excuse to not do things I do and don't want to do. People assure me that I have a legitimate reason, but I am fine. Or I am too stubborn not to be. I can carry this grocery bag a few feet and put it in the car, I appreciate the offer because yeah, it will probably make me a little tired. But I am not completely useless, only slightly inconvenient at the moment.