I am done with five months of chemotherapy.
I hope that Bitch is toast.
Thank you for your love and support and cheering and carrying me and getting down on the ground with me when I crawled.
I will tell you more tomorrow, ok?
Tonight, these self-portraits I took with my phone can tell you part of the story of what chemo, five months in, looks like.
|Where da hell are my ankles?|
|A vein found, almost where my PICC went in.|
|Give it up for Mopsy, she's a real trooper!|
|I tried to smile, ten pictures later this was all I could muster.|