I feel like sometimes having cancer is like being pregnant in the 50's. Didn't women go into hiding as soon as they were showing - or wore huge terrible a-line shirts trying to fool the world that they had not swallowed a beach ball?
Trying to hide that you are going through chemo is sort of like that. My head is bald, my skin is dry, and I am just pooped a lot of the time. It is impossible to hide all of that - and I refuse to disappear from my life.
So tonight we are off to celebrate a great friend opening his second movie theater here in Portland. What I am most proud of for tonight is that our friend is a cancer survivor who faced his diagnosis and battled his way through treatment to come out the other side changed for the better.
I am looking forward to the night when we can all say the same about me.
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