There's a woman in the lobby of the cancer center in her 70s, Jackie O shades and a perfectly shaped silver bob, too perfect to be real. I want to stick my hands in it and muss it up. Instead I run my hands through my own hair, freshly showered and too real to be perfect. I'm approaching chemo week …
Cancer
Cancer? You got the wrong girl, doc
Cancer. Just like the Coronavirus, I never saw it coming.That’s what gets me the most. Shouldn't I have intuitively felt something was wrong? My bloodwork was perfect. Pain stabbing me like a knife might've been helpful. Actually, I did have pain. A bothersome ache in my lower right abdomen that …