cancer – day 138
What a singularly strange experience, to be able, in your thirties, to live in a body of limitations for double and triple your actual age. And to go thought it quickly, in a matter of weeks, not decades. Shocker. Hard to handle. Depressing. Nothing works. Can’t see. Can’t type. Can’t write. Can’t think. Bowels don’t work, either flush everything upon […]
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