cancer – day 92

early morning

Ugh, I can’t journal this. I feel awful, like my insides are at war and willing to sacrifice the island for the flag on top of it. Every pilot is a kamakazi.

mid-day

That’s it, the hair is coming off right now, I am not going to wait around for big long chunks of my hair to be on my pillow some morning soon. Time for a home hair chop. To be followed by a long nap.

evening

I just have to doll up for this milonga tonight, I just have to suck it up and pretend to be well enough to be around people and convince myself that I AM well enough to out around people at a milonga. I have to pick a sexy confidence dress, and do up the short hair with some flair and just go DO this thing.

So I asked Mark to take a picture for my mom, since this may well be a look I never have again . . . 🙂