Why is this already feeling so routine to me? I'm in my second row chair (moving up in the world), Cytoxan is dripping into me, I'm using Paul's iPad, chatting with nurses Maggie and Patty, and judging the people around me (her wig looks fake...he complains too much...). Maggie and Reese are at Arabella's house (girl from preschool) and Arabella's mom just texted me a picture of the girls playing on her new Rainbow playset. So since I don't have much to say today, I'll just show you my reason for doing chemo:
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