I’m sitting here, and I’m fine – I’m working on the monthly report, and there’s conversation swirling around me that I’m not a part of, but that I’m listening to with half an ear. The main topic is bangs – whether you like them or not, whether you should get yours cut or not, blah, blah, blah. Then suddenly, the conversation turns when someone shares a story of someone who had chemo and their hair came back different – a different color, texture, I don’t know… and I felt my stomach drop, and my ears began ringing and I left my desk and went straight to the bathroom, where I stared into my own eyes in the mirror and willed myself to move past it.
I hate this. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it. I feel like vomiting.