Don’t Panic!
This post isn’t about me. Apart from some annoyingly consistent gladius elbow (like tennis elbow, but with less balls and more metal) I am all hunky dory. This post is about something I started a few years ago, which was a few years after the fact of it happening. No teddy bears were harmed during the incident, almost everything that should grow back did, and the stuff that shouldn’t hasn’t.
I had a friend …. Although starting a story like that leads you to assume they are either no-longer my friend, or didn’t survive to the end of the story. So let’s try again.
I have a friend who went through what some cultures call ‘interesting times’. It was 10 years ago, at the time he found himself in the unusual position of sitting around with a lot of time on his hands (you should see his thumb twiddling abilities!). He decided to fill up a small part of this free time documenting his adventures in case he had a few too many jelly beans and woke up one morning thinking it was all a dream.
As the years went by, these tales were in danger of being lost to the depths of an old Facebook account, so I offered to copy them over to here so that other people might gain a small understanding of what he (and many many others) went through.
And so, rambling over, I give you Chemo Tales.