Some days I feel like an old, ugly decrepit lady. The kind you see with the plastic scarf walking slowly down the street with a metal cane and tan orthepedic shoes. Shuffling really. I feel like I'm shuffling. Mainly because my body feels old. I feel like chemo is aging me into an old lady. I was emailing a friend about how I was doing and that
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Okay, first of all, *hugs.* Now, testimonial. Sorry for the delay. ^^
Annie is one of my oldest and dearest friends, and I would not have it any other way. It's impossible not to love her, warm and infectiously charming as she is. We met at a bookstore, which seems eerily appropriate, given our mutual love of literature. She's clever, intelligent, and knowledgeable, to be sure, but she also retains an enthusiastic spark; she shines. I admire nearly everything about her, from her wonderful writing to her silly Annieisms that set her apart from the crowd, and have never felt as comfortable around anyone else: she's simply that kind of person. No one can compare. ♥
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