When Your Tits Go A Little Bit Rotten
Breast Cancer’s a B*tch, ya’ll!
I haven’t been writing much lately.
I’m not sure why… It’s almost like the world is in the grips of a global pandemic and people have become suspicious of the scientists trying to save us and my brain just can’t handle that level of panic combined with so much stupidity, or something.
Maybe it’s the constant worry (hoping the tiny humans we are trying to keep alive stay healthy long enough to become vaccine eligible) wracking my body and frying my brain which is making everything else feels less important somehow.
Oh, and I also got diagnosed with breast cancer.
…Maybe I should have led with that.
I told you I haven’t been writing much lately — I may have forgotten how it works.
I have been composing a lot in my head. While I’m engaged with other tasks, my brain leads its own damn lecture series! Doing laundry, putting the baby to bed, trying to go to sleep… my brain is just there, yammering away! But as soon as I finish whatever it is I’m doing, whatever deep thought I was deep into goes away with it. My brain says “Welp, that was a nice little exercise in deep thinking. What’s next?” And if I say “I think we should write that shit down. That was some deep shit!” My brain laughs, shrugs its…
