Since I roll outofbedintotheshowerintoahoodieandjeans and drivetoradiation all before I used to be up (and definitely before my morning soda), I tend to forget the camera. But here’s what I’ve got, a picture of me, first thing in the morning, pre-makeup and hair, standing by my closet.
Well, it’s not actually my closet at home. It’s my closet at the radiation center, where I pick out a pink gown and walk down the long hall to radiation, where I get sunburn on top of sunburn, until all the cells on my chest are dead or screaming for help. But after 25 days of this, with 10 to go, it sure feels like my closet.
I’m not asking for sympathy. I’m happy now that I can do this and get through it and get better. I’m happy because I have a chance to beat this thing into remission. I’m happy because I’m going to see so many of you at BlogHer this summer and be able to relax and learn just like all the rest of us.
This. must. stop.
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