It has evolved over the years, but this is the place.
I do not think the original thread starter has chickens any more, and we lost a few friends along the way. I am just a cheer leader trying to offer encouragement, but as more people post, more people find the thread and it has a resurgent.
It is one of those threads that you get to to be happy sad, angry, supportive, chaffed, hopeful- whatever you need.
Some have lost their battle and some had friends or family that lost theirs. I think we depressed ourselves, but the original poster survived as as far as I know ids still doing well. A lot of them keep in touch with face book now, I don't face book. I BYC.
You are welcome to share your story, you'd be surprised how many people read this thread.
I saw my specialist today and started the visit by saying "don't you dare say this is just a slow recovery. I'm sick of it being slow and I know I should be glad to be alive but I just want my life back and NOW, dammit". Bless her heart, she just hugged me.
I'm so sorry for what you've gone through. I'll be praying for you.
I didn't point out that I passed the one year mark as far as chemo, so they say your stuck with anything that hasn't resolved, and I hate my chemo doctor and wished I had switched, no one to hug me, the nurses were nice though, how far out are you, or are you still in it. Only if you want to share.
You are in the right place.
We have compassion to share.
I have not gone through what you are going through, but I empathize. I can see how it can wear you out and get you depressed. Donrae up there has her own thread that she started and we rallied around her when she was in isolation, I think the best help any of us can offer is a kind word and a good sense of humor.
Our animals are good therapy, as you say. I think it is one thing we all have in common here.
Other than chickens that got you here, what other critters do you have?
We have dogs that are family. last night there was a big thunderstorm and there was some whimpering at the bedroom door. My husband said to go ahead and let her in, thinking it was the youngest dog. I got to the door and all three were cowering there. It was like when my son was little and needed to climb into bed with us during a loud storm. Except they only got the floor. The young dog went under the bed. I guess she though the bed was another line of protection between her and the monster up in the air.
I love my dogs. There is also a turtle. ehh- It's a turtle. It wants to take my fingers off, but it is our obligation so we are obliged.
Okay, I guess I like it. We have had from the egg, so it knows nothing else but us.