Tomorrow is my first day as an official ‘cancer patient’.
For some reason.
If any ebay packages come in while I'm gone I'll be pissed. Or all my fabulous thyroid cancer pins and bracelets I ordered. It's easier to not have a cigarette when you can look down at your wrist and see a potent reminder of why you quit. For now I just wrote 'cancer' on the back of my hand with a permanent marker.