Well here we are and it’s that Wednesday night again. The Wednesday before chemo. How do those two weeks go by so fast? In a way it’s good but it is also just another reminder of how life goes by too quickly. Alas.

My moms is in town again. She flew over to help me kill it a seventh time. Seven’s a lucky number, you know. But apparently eight is even better. Go figure. Some asshole on the flight over told my mom all about how chemo is stupid and unnecessary and there are alternatives that work just as well. This was super helpful considering that I have already had six chemos and am about to have another. And then another after that. So my mom up and moved her seat. I dig that.

Lose the loser. And that asshole was a fellow survivor. What is wrong with people?

In other news, guess who else is coming to town? My French “brother,” Grégoire. I lived with his family when I was sixteen years old when I did a trimester abroad during my junior year in high school. We have kept in touch all these years and he now lives in Geneva with his wife and two daughters similar in age to my girls. He’s in town for a meeting and wanted to hang out so we’re hanging at chemo.

I am starting to think that the party is just wherever I am.

Anyway he won’t want you to know this but we used to arm wrestle and I used to beat him. It wasn’t very nice of me and all but I couldn’t help it. He was a sixteen year old French boy so I had an advantage. Obviously he has forgiven me. Probably because he knows I could stand no chance of winning at present. But just let me work out for a few months after my treatments are over. Then we’ll see.

Here’s a thought: I wonder what it will be like to have hair again this summer. I have gotten so used to being bald that now with the weather finally warm here in London (and today was glooooooorious), I said “fuck it” and left the house bald. Seriously. I up and went out with nothing but some SPF 50 on my head and walked the girls to their swimming lesson.  No one seemed to even give me a second glance. And the girls were okay with it because they are used to it too. That sort of thing would never fly in the burbs. Can you just picture me strolling into the grocery store all bald with my cart. I don’t think so.

I have to go to sleep now. Running out of steam. Have to save my strength. Because tomorrow we are on again, boys.

Lock and load. Cuz we’re gonna kill it.