"That one last eyelash has been hanging on."
Anger at Donald Trump and what he represents, isn't new; at least it isn't new for me. But somehow his comments about the bodies of girls and women, have reached a new low, something that is personal and cutting.
Walk a day in my shoes. Feel my fear that I'm going to lose this fight. That I might never see my children grow up, go to school, win their first competition, really talk to them, dance at their weddings. Feel sad that my children might never really know me.
This broken, worry-filled, medication-laden life is my normal. And I just want to feel normal in a normal world. And you, my dear friend, some laughter and mundane conversation, and a deep cup of coffee can make that happen.
Scalp cooling caps could help breast cancer patients keep their hair.
We could see a whole new treatment in the future.
I looked up at my father from his bed. His face had an uneasy look to it but there were more important things to worry about. At 12 years old, all I cared about was catching Pokemon on my purple Nintendo GameBoy Advance. "Son, your mother has cancer."