Brushed off at nineteen, stuck in a smoke-filled office, and a cancer diagnosis that came back. What got me through all three was the same thing: the step in front of me.
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Chemotherapy And Donuts
In 2005 I was twenty-six years old and the youngest person in the chemotherapy room by about forty years. I can walk through all of it now. The doctor telling me. The surgery. Getting the port put in that they'd run the chemo through. Driving myself to treatment, then to work, then home. The discomfort, … Continue reading Chemotherapy And Donuts

