Earlier today was bad. Stupid bad. I felt like it was already over. All I wanted to do was let the bed swallow me and just be.
But that’s not me. Since I have never been one to give up or quit anything, I’m trying very hard to pick myself up. So, I have dye on my hair.
My daughter came in and asked me how I was going to wash my hair out when I just got out of the hospital this morning? With one hand, of course.
I made this hurdle my bitch. Fuck you, cancer. I win!