Taxol #12

This is it. This is the last one. Hopefully my last chemotherapy treatment EVER. Wow.

Unbelievable

TSA groper requires breast cancer survivor (a flight attendant trying to get to work, no less) to hand over her prosthetic for inspection.

To the lady who approached me at the Meridian Winco this afternoon to tell me I looked pretty

...because you have been through chemo yourself and recognized me as someone who's going through it now - Thank you. It threw me at first that you knew why I was wearing this stylish hat and had cosmetically darkened eyebrows and carefully drawn eyeliner. I kept wondering whether you were a distant Facebook connection I was just failing to recognize. By the time I realized you were just a very nice complete stranger who's been where I am and was offering some encouragement, we had already parted ways. I know I did thank you, but it seems too shallow a thank you in retrospect. I was thanking you like someone accepting a nice easy compliment; "You look nice today" without the added subtext that it can be a pretty significant effort to look nice while going through chemo. You were offering the subtext and thus a much deeper level of compliment and encouragement, and I wish I had had the presence of mind to realize it quickly enough to thank you better. So, really. Thank you.

To anyone else who might be reading this blog - sorry I've been such a slacker. I'll be back, I promise.