I am starting to think that I look “cancer-y,” and by that I mean like a cancer patient. My hair is gnarly, and my skin is pimply and my weight is dropping. I had a flash yesterday as being known as “Cancer Girl” around town, like when I run into people and they whisper about the cancer like I don’t know. No that hasn’t happened to me- that I’m aware of yet.
It’s not like the whole world or San Fernando Valley and Long Island doesn’t know that I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer, so it’s not a secret. I do have a blog for fucks sake. So if you see me around, I know I look like a wackadoo cause my hair is a disaster and whatnot, but act normal. Ask me what my kids did this morning to annoy me. I will have many answers for you.
Back to the idea of Cancer Girl. I’d like to be Cancer Girl, but instead of a cancer patient she’s a superhero who saves the lives of those in need. I even have her all drawn up in my head, but I can’t draw for shit so she will be a figment of my imagination instead.
Blah Blah. I feel better today also on the chemo side, but now of course I have a cold that is kicking my ass. Apologies in advance if you have a birthday party for your kids and we aren’t there this summer. Doctor says no parties for moi. I am crying over this, really I am. I like cake.
This post is a total jumble of shit, so if you stopped reading I get it. I would much rather be watching OITNB than writing too. Peace out yo.