Hair nearly two years after chemo

You'd never guess that 2 years ago, I was bald.  Except that I won't shut up about how badass I am for having had cancer.  (Watchband is the same as last time.)

The reason why I never update anymore

Cancer is easier than grad school.  I thought it when I was first diagnosed.  I thought it when I was going through chemo.  And now that I'm back in the routine of school, I still think it.

That being said, I really enjoy school.  It's just that it's more work than lying around and complaining about chemo or eating fresh cookies at radiation. I have to think smart things and that's hard! All without percocet, too.

One more thing - It's coming up on my anniversary of the end of radiation, which means I will have been cancer-free for a whole year.  I'd celebrate, but I'm sure I'll have too much studying to do.

Will walking around the house topless saying, "I think someone stole my nipples!" ever get old?  The answer is clearly no.

In other news, I realized the other day that at some point, my nipples were in the trash.  It was probably medical waste or biohazard or something, but tomato tomahto.  Isn't that the most profoundly sad thing ever?  I'm going to have to punch a kitten or something as a pick-me-up.

So this picture kind of sucks, but if you look closely, you'll notice that I'm wearing a barrette.  Do you know how long it's been since I could wear a barrette.  Also my office is cleaner  And I have a new watch band.

This is really cool

A friend of mine sent me this link: http://www.thescarproject.org/

It's really nice to see someone celebrating the beauty of mastectomy scars.  I want to be a model! (work, work, fashion, baby)

In other news, I successfully inhibited the urge to say, "You know, when I was on chemo, I shit blood," to a professor who I caught smoking today.

A post regretting wasted opportunities

All last October, I fantasized about witty retorts I could give when someone asked me to donate to Breast Cancer Awareness.  Things like, "Trust me, I'm perfectly aware of breast cancer."  Or, "Why, yes!  I am accepting donations!"  Of course, last October I was bald, and I have a feeling my intimate relationship with cancer was obvious.

Now, with my luscious head of practical lesbian hair, I walk around incognito, and an unsuspecting clerk at my local Staples asked if I would like to buy a pink breast cancer pen.  And, I, in my typical D.C. resident way, was so annoyed that she was trying to up-sell me that I reflexively said, "No," before I'd even processed the question, and I watched this golden opportunity for snark dissipate in the wind, gone forever, like my nipples.

And the worst part, the up-selling worked because now I'm going to go back to Staples just in case they give me another chance to be snarky!

Yesterday, I sent gift baskets to my oncologists to let them know how much I appreciated them.  Because, you know, nothing says, "Thanks for saving my life!" like a gift basket.  I got the ones with sausage and everything, so they'd know I really meant it.

My hair is long enough to have a part now!  Check it out! (Also, check out my awesome new military watch.  That calculator watch is old news.)

ComicCon

Last summer, I wanted to go to ComicCon but couldn't because of my chemo schedule. So my friend Brendan promised to take me this summer. Unfortunately, Brendan was a complete style biter and thought it would just be awesome if he had cancer, too. So we couldn't go this year because of his chemo schedule.

You know what that means for next year, right?
DOUBLE CANCER CARD IN EFFECT!

We will be unstoppable. Let's see Robert Pattinson refuse to make out with Tom Sturridge when faced with that! It cannot be done!

(Seriously, though, Brendan, stop copying me. It's embarrassing.)

Avastin, maties!

I got my second-to-last Avastin infusion yesterday. Yes, I decided to continue to get the drug even though the FDA advisory committee voted to rescind its approval for treating breast cancer. I figured that I'd rather regret getting treatment than not getting treatment. I also figured that if I'm going to start regret taking drugs, the Avastin isn't going to be where I start. College years, I'm looking in your direction.