nurse didar stabing me in the chest. we call her the one with the sexy eyebrows. i cried partly because of her beautiful baby bump that has grown since she stabbed me inthe chest the first time months ago when i had hair. and because i have to make a decisioin about taking hormone therapy for five years that will delay my conceiving until after. they dont design cancer therapy for people my age. too old to recover in time to be normal and too young to... well, just too young. i admit it has been nice not cramping or bleeding for the past 6 months.
i'm forcing this constipated looking smile because i feel very shitty but in my heart i'm happy. im done!! now on to radiation...
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