A year ago, on May 4th, I sat for my last chemo infusion. In the middle of the pandemic lockdown, bald, eyelashless, and really tired of being really tired I went to chemo alone. 16th Voluntary Poisoning (Eyelashless, by the way, is honestly way weirder than being bald because I looked like my human-skin-suit was… Continue reading Star Wars, Frankenboob, and Anniversaries