If I mention to people I’m a cancer survivor, if they don’t have personal experience or have witnessed a loved one they often ask what it’s like.
I have a standard answer. I threw up a lot and napped. Then I tell them the story about my cat.
Its 6:00 am. I’ve had my period for nineteen days. I’ve been vomiting for six. I’m wedged in between the toilet and the bathtub. My cat is standing…
