Well I’m Accustomed to a Smooth Ride

Or maybe I’m a dog that lost his bite.

The first six weeks of chemo were relatively uninteresting. Fatigued, but not hammered in the fashion all those movies of the week and after school specials had me expecting. I thought I was special, that rare creature immune to the horrors. Everything would work exactly as planned, mirabile dictu, I am healed! read more

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