On the road. When I break down what is essentially happening right now, I have to laugh.
Why yes, I would love to drive an hour in each direction to be punched in the stomach repeatedly over the next few days.
Who wouldn't?!
Side note:
The body is a pretty incredible thing (so profound, I know). More and more each time I make this trip, I begin feeling like shit well before the treatment even starts. It isn't debilitating and I'm not being dramatic, it's just fascinating that my body and mind have already learned to expect and prepare for the next few days.
Been dreading this one for a week, given how last time went, but it's time to cut that shit out because:
Chemo 4/12, you're up.
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