Perspective

The last time my aunt Ann and my uncle Frank saw me was 4th of July. Rested, going to the gym several times a week, a little tan, looking forward to parties that day and the next, still not formally diagnosed with cancer.

Then when they saw me on Tuesday, 20 pounds heavier, sleep deprived, pale, shaky.....
Well the look on their faces. De-press-ing.

Last night my friend Kathy was at my Mum's. She equates chemo with bald, wasted, mouth sores. So when she saw me, even though my hair needs to be dyed and I was clammy and shaky.....the relief on her face was huge.

LOL, so expect the worst from me......I will look better that way.