There’s no way anyone can understand how exhausting cancer and its treatments can be unless they’ve been through it. I’ve been fighting this beast for almost two years, and I’m tired. I’m tired of being poked and prodded. Tired of endless appointments and waiting rooms. Even tired of having my temperature and blood pressure taken.
Things are going so well for me right now, I figured I should have at least one complaint. So there it is. Where’s my hair?