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I Still Hate Needles

Tomorrow marks the end of one of my self-described Hell Weeks – chemo every day of the week for five hours. And I swear, I’m not complaining. Had I popped out 100 years ago, they’d be leaching me or dosing me up with mercury.

But this shit gets old fast.

Aight, less cancer crap over the next few days. I promise.


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  1. Roses

    Goob, if I lived near you, I’d have sat with you and crocheted you a chemo hat while we waited.
    You’d’ve had five hats to choose from by now.

    Good luck!

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