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My mom made me go to Relay for Life.
If you admit that you're a survivor, they give you a nice sash and other things to identify you. Thoughtful right?
Of course, it's very very uncomfortable to have about a hundred people looking at you and knowing a very private fact about your life.
I don't understand why I hate being called a survivor. I have some pretty good ideas though. The first being that I didn't even want to go through with this. I'm also really, really tired and I just didn't want to deal with this today, especially given the fact that I have chemo on Monday...I guess when I still have to get poked to heck with needles I don't feel so triumphant.
So now my mom's upset with me because I can't handle this shit, I have a headache, and I can't stop eating (day one of diet...postponed).
AND I'm super bitchy. Which I apologize for.
If you admit that you're a survivor, they give you a nice sash and other things to identify you. Thoughtful right?
Of course, it's very very uncomfortable to have about a hundred people looking at you and knowing a very private fact about your life.
I don't understand why I hate being called a survivor. I have some pretty good ideas though. The first being that I didn't even want to go through with this. I'm also really, really tired and I just didn't want to deal with this today, especially given the fact that I have chemo on Monday...I guess when I still have to get poked to heck with needles I don't feel so triumphant.
So now my mom's upset with me because I can't handle this shit, I have a headache, and I can't stop eating (day one of diet...postponed).
AND I'm super bitchy. Which I apologize for.