Breast cancer the blood sucking stinking vampiric disease, here he’s spotted deciding if the blood of this victim is delicious payback enough for the pain, suffering, loneliness, and insomnia.
I am NEAD. Yesterday after visiting with my oncologist at Stanford in San Jose and a week of repressed scanziety – I had a PET CT Scan last Wednesday and let’s just say my perky miss Cancer self was a little crabbed than usual. Dr. B entered the new room in the new facility where
#Stage4cancer brings to mind a place a movie might portray. For instance the inescapable slow walking monster approaches my house and I hear the ugly abhorrent thing rapping, scraping on my door. Perhaps, more subtly, one dark and stormy night, the wind kicks up frightening me with a tree branch running its claws along my windows. Am I dreaming in color of the darkest places my consciousness has to offer on tonight’s mind menu?