In a few hours I'll be off to my second cycle of chemo. Just the thought of it makes me wanna puke again. While most women of my age are preoccupied with either living out their dreams in their chosen career paths or seducing men, here I am conquering some monster in the form of cancer. What an adventure.
There's that tone of bitterness again. Most likely, it has to do with the latter preoccupation of women my age. Whether or not I have cancer, that wouldn't be among my special skills anyway. As if.
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