Take your medicine, little girl. It's gonna make you all better. Eventually.
On the plus side, I am looking forward to startling my oncologist with the pixie haircut. :-)
Cancer log 95: Chemo…
Cancer log 95: Chemo today. This is when my inner five-year-old apparently surfaces. She is stomping around with heavy feet on the ground and muttering, "I don't wanna!"
I want to buy that little girl some ice cream or something! (I suspect she may not care if the hanging plants get watered.)