I don’t eat
I don’t sleep

I do nothing but think of you….

One time my oncologist slapped me in the face. If it weren’t such a horrifying moment in time I’d have found it more hysterical. I lost my composure and he full-on slapped me in the face! (The only people who had ever slapped me like that were my father and my priest – and in both instances I’m sure I deserved it!)

He said he was tired of listening to me whine… I hope he was a bit more forgiving to his other patients.