last year, a small bump on my cheek turned into a full day of surgery, a giant hole in my cheek and a three inch scar down the side of my nose. I was lucky. it was just a basal cell carcinoma, but I still have to check the cancer box when I fill out the forms at the doc’s office. every time I look in the mirror, I am reminded how truly awful scary not fun frightening mean horrible fucked terrible cancer is.
I’ve lost friends to eye cancer, lung cancer, blood cancer, so many I sometimes just can’t find words. until I can. two of them. FUCK CANCER.
while I’m on the subject, please have your yearly skin check, get your colonoscopy when you should, and check your breasts for lumps monthly.
and be strong. like this bag. which is so strong, I sometimes can’t believe I made it. this pouch measures 6 x 8 inches.