I received this in the mail today from an anonymous sender. Thank you, anonymous sender, you made me smile.



An update of shit that’s happened since I last updated about shit that was happening when the shit was happening:

Last Monday, I think it was January 5th or 6th or something I lost my hair.  All of it.  It was a sad moment for me, and I was and still am pretty pissed about.  Please.  Save your ‘you rock a bald look’ this sucks and if you don’t believe me go and take a bic razor to your head and THEN talk to me.  Fuck positivity – I want my fucking hair back, I look like Jack Sparrow in these stupid scarves.

Yes.  I’m being a baby.  It’s my cancer and I can.

I’m tired.  I could sleep 23 hours a day and be pretty happy about it ((the only benefit to having lost one’s hair is the lack of bedhead in the morning and the built in air conditioning)) bloodwork tomorrow and chemo on Monday, rinse, repeat ad nauseam.

Sorry for the lack of positivity and killer attitude.  I’m tired and that makes me grouchy.