Fast. Faster. Gone in a moment. Sometimes before we realize how much faster cancer cells move than our bodies can fend off. We look in the mirror and watch our faces change. We feel our skin and it feels as though it’s not our own. Our breasts change in size, shape, and functional capabilities. Instead of life giving joyous appendages they’ve .become hired guns out to kill the very support system for which they once worked
Ah, we meet again. You ugly, humorless, blood draining, fanged daemon from hell. You were born from a mother whose
I’ve decided to share these photos with you to show the ugly side of metastatic cancer. The painful side. The side I keep privately to myself.
Cancer artificially inflates the time space continuum, and thus I’ve discovered is the following equation:
Time + Cancer = Tardiness
T + CN = D (D is the diffusion of time)