So the time has come as i ride out these last side effects to decide on a team of surgeons and I'd rather bury my head in the sand. How can someone be expected to make a decision like this after 4 months of brain fogging poison?! I find myself leaning toward a team that has more options to offer me, but leaving the comfort of Rush makes me feel like im starting high school all over again. I know people who love and have had great results from both teams, so what is my problem?!
I'm so glad that chemos done but this next month will most likely be the toughest yet. Not to mention my eyebrows and lashes which are still hanging on for dear life will most likely still fall out and i'll be compelled to draw something ridiculous in their place :)
Upsides:
Oliver gets to come back in my room in one week, so ill no longer have a sad kitty crying at me through my door. OH! And i got my picc line pulled out which was soooo gross but my arm is finally free! :D
... Now back to burring my head, please someone make me this device.

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