Today I took my drafting table down and put it in storage because I won’t use it for a year. Today it finally all hit me and maybe it’s the fertility treatments that are affecting my emotions (probably). Today after taking down my table I sat on my bedroom floor and felt my chemo port and looked at my incisions and cried. Today was the first day I let myself be weak and I know that it will only make me stronger. Today is another day of the process.
This is my documented fight with Breast Cancer. Warning: The images and descriptions on here might offend some people. Be advised haha
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