Steve lowered himself somewhat cautiously into the patient's +1 chair and gave me a wide-eyed look of happy surprise. I leaned back into my seat, my feet left the floor, my head hit the pillow: instant comfort for me, too.
Tag: chemo
looking for the sausage (or, at the very least, the water-soluble fiber)
In addition to all the unpleasantness and discomfort I've already experienced, I have also had moments of profound and heart-wrenching positivity. These moments have all been unique and wholly unexpected. They have already made all the difference.
(de)evolution
I will never feel confident in my health again, not ever, even if I do beat this cancer. I just hope I'll recognize myself when I'm through.
Happy *$&%^?! Festivus.
If I had ever planned on 'celebrating' a real-life Festivus, this year is it.
medicinal sausage 