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BYE 2019, I Won't Miss You!

A quick post to say happy new year to all you friends and lovers out there. To say this has been a difficult year would be an understatement, and I close it out feeling how I spent a whole lot of it, which is sick as hell. Since last weekend, I came down with a terrible cold, and now Greg has caught whatever it is that I have.

So that sucks. And because I'm too sick/tired/lazy to try and turn this into any kind of narrative, I'm about to throw an amalgamation of things that have happened over the last few weeks at you, in no particular order. I finished radiation, rang the bell at MSKCC, and had a great NYC day with Nicole:









I made a ton of cookies for Christmas/Hanukkah with Katie, and a few on my own too (I swear the non-decorated ones taste better than they look):  



I GOT macaron cookies from the Mazzella clan*: 


We celebrated Christmas Eve with Martina and co., and had a wonderful feast of the seven fishes. We followed that with a classic Jewish Christmas and went to eat Chinese with Kevin and Taylor and saw Uncut Gems with them and my parents: 


We also celebrated Hanukkah, which mostly involved lighting candles and my mom giving me all 8 nights of presents on the first night, but also going to see Oklahoma! on Broadway with my parents, and going to Viky's for a latkes and brisket and a lengthy, age inappropriate Russian books extravaganza: 







Throughout the fun, radiation's worst effects also cropped up, as promised, 1-2 weeks after radiation's end: 


And along with the wicked radiation burn**, today, like the last three days, I've been laid out, and Greg has joined me. We're spending NYE right here on the couch, nursing our respective colds. But, I was reminded by all the random acts of kindness you all have collectively and individually showed me this past year YET AGAIN, when Katie and Elana sent us smoothies and acai bowls today to help ease the effects of our colds:


It's been a hard year, that's for sure. But you, my wonderful friends and family, have made it so much easier, so thank you for that. So from our family to yours, wishing you all a happy new year filled with joy, laughter, and most importantly, good health. Oh and pizza: 


*I texted Allix from radiation one day to let her know that the staff had gotten ladurée macaron, and she took it upon herself to make sure that I ALSO got ladurée macaron. Now that's friendship. 

**I promise this doesn't hurt as bad as it looks, mostly because I don't have feeling under my armpit. But yeah, not pretty. 

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