You Don't Have to LOOK Sick to BE Sick
I originally wrote this piece a couple of months back, while recovering from my first mastectomy . Then I got crummy news about my cancer, and this post seemed totally irrelevant so I never published it. I've been saving it for the right time. Which is now because the writer-y part of my brain is kaput, and I am so overwhelmingly TIRED. "Be kind. For everyone you meet is fighting a battle you know nothing about." Yes. I did just open this post with an authorless quote that sounds like it was swiped from the Pinterest board of a delusionally optimistic sorority girl. And yet. Read it again. Because it's actually kind of important. When people see me in a bandana trying to wrangle a Hershey bar out of my toddler's death grip, they already know my battle . It's visibly obvious I've been through chemo. Either that or my fashion sense is tragically rubbish. But most people (I hope) assume the former. This does have its benefits. Strangers are ever so nice to...