I hesitate to say today was OK, because what counts as OK for me requires a lot of expectation management on the part of everyone else. But you know what? That’s not my problem. I don’t know why I continue to feel like I need to be understood by people. It’s definitely a fault of mine, because even the people I interact with IRL daily don’t—can’t—know what it’s like to be me.

So I’m letting that shit go. Think whatever you want about me living my life with brain cancer; it’s not my job to make sure your estimation of my disability is accurate. That’s a habit I picked up from back in the day when Lincoln Financial Group was pretending I was in remission. And fuck them all the way to Jupiter. Gaslighting motherfuckers.

I’m not mad right now. I just really don’t like people who are willing to work for them.

Today was OK for me because I feel somewhat accomplished. First thing this morning, Dan and I had our labs done together. And both of us had to remember to fast, so that’s kind of a big deal. Also? One stick! Welcome back from the brink of chemo hell, junky veins!

Then Dan got me some Tim Horton’s decaf coffee pods from Dierberg’s AND I got my favorite breakfast on the way home.

For lunch, I made some pizza rolls in the air fryer—ALL BY MYSELF. And then I took a shower.

Getting all of this done in a single day (and then blogging about it) is freaking huge. Huge!

Mom is helping me get some pictures of Dan and his family framed, so we went through some boxes of old photos. I might be slightly biased, but Dan was one of the cutest triangle-mouthed babies to ever exist. Here he is at 6 months with his twin brother.

There are more pictures to come, but not in this blog post. Happy Thursday, y’all.