Cancer is...
- Waking up to find hundreds of hairs on your pillow and being scared of the shower because the hair just won't stop falling out.
- Drinking water and electrolytes nonstop and still feeling dehydrated all. the. damn. time.
- Reading the same paragraph over and over and over and not absorbing any of it.
- Thinking your brain will never be clear enough to finish your dissertation.
- Wondering about what you would be doing in that moment if you didn't have cancer.
- Saying to yourself, "I have cancer." and it still being weird.
- Wanting to call your Mami but not wanting to have to answer the question about why you're not having babies yet.
- Sore throats and stuffy noses on the first day of summer.
- Feeling an added responsibility to imbue meaning into things because the precariousness of life has been revealed to you.
- Going from never napping a day in your life to not being able to keep your eyes open by 3 pm.
- Being bored.
- Doing the dishes and feeling like you just ran a few miles.
- Trying to reconfigure your priorities when you have long been defined by your work, but you no longer have the stamina to actually do it consistently.
Cancer is also...
- Going out for breakfast AND lunch on a Saturday.


- Your husband gently stroking your head until you fall asleep when the headache feels like it won't ever go away.
- Buying pretty Moschino silk scarves at Century 21.
- Your mom's perfect couscous boulettes made on demand.
- Karen sending you her head covers from the other side.

- Your brother, who lives across the country, saying, "I've got the even treatment weeks, and Jeremy's got the odd ones!"
- Elana coming over for Shabbat, buying a Carvel cake that wishes you a happy birthday, and saying that you're starting a new chemo week tradition.
- Mrs. Farwell sending a care package with just the most spot on head scarf and CBD coffee in it.

- A long and lovely phone call with Therese.
- Goldy fitting you in for yet another haircut (a GI Jane buzz, likely).
- Waking up early on a beautiful Sunday morning and walking your compost up to the farmer's market.

- A ribeye steak when your iron counts are low.
- Kathrine Skyping with you from Copenhagen to digitally walk you through a meditation session.
- Joking about cutting your hair to look like your bald father's (/Bernie Sanders/Larry David).
- Cherishing the forthcoming off week.
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