FCKuCANCER.

so there’s a lot of boxing lingo applied to cancer treatment.

we’re fighters and whatnot. maybe it’s me but i think it’s all hogwash. i can’t control the way my body responds to treatment. it’s not up to me. i’m literally just a vessel. this science experiment happening in my body right now between these cancer cells and chemotherapy is gonna do what it do. so i’m not really fighting a damned thing.

and let me be perfectly clear, round one is beating my ass.

i’m exhausted af. the aches and pains are plenty. the diarrhea sucks. my skin feels dry and itchy. my mouth feels like i’m growing sores and losing tastebuds. i’m not hungry or thirsty but i know i need to hydrate.

if i am fighting, i’m a terrible opponent. cause I ain’t doing shit but shit-ting.

yesterday was a better day, tho. so i’m very thankful for that. hoping that continues and that i will be able to login and get some work done for the next two weeks til that 2nd round bell rings and y’all get to read about me and these chemical reactions that absolutely don’t float like butterflies but most certainly sting like bees.

fin.