Good afternoon, Pops and Popsdoodles. My high falutin' sonic toothbrush laid down so I ordered a cheap one on account of because. I charged it and that sucker vibrated so intensely that I felt like my lips looked like Homer Simpsons' when he burps. It was highly disconcerting to put that thing in my mouth because it made the roof of my mouth feel violated. Try brushing your teeth with your lips scooting away from that psychotic stick. Well, that's the big interesting thing that happened to me last week.
I've been there, Doodles. Probably everyone has that's dealt with the old C. At first I'd stand in the Chemo center looking out the windows and the area I ran around as a teenager and think 'I don't belong here'. It became a tunnel where I was the main character in a depressing movie and everyone else was blurry. Then I went into remission and was able to look at things differently again. Next, I found a soft fleshy pocket of something around my neck and had to reenter the circus. I was a wiser Xelda and looked at the other people and how they handled it. It feels like I'm walking through a house that's on fire and not getting burned, but feeling the heat.
I'd think this may be my last _______ as well. When your world shrinks to what's important, a lot of things lose value. A few things increased in value and one is my CZ friendships. Each and every one of you matter to me. Y'all do.
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