Two years ago, when Thanksgiving was during a treatment week and I was strapped to a chemo pump and too tired and blah to travel to see family, we had our first no-travel p.j. T-day at home. Last year we chose to do it again, just because. P.j. T-day is now our tradition.
On this turkey day eve, I am thankful that my life is now so boring, I have nothing to post.
I have eleven scars to remind me when life wasn't boring and weird folds on my belly that make it look like it's frowning, and my son and I laugh about that, a lot. One of these days I may work my disfigurement into a tattoo.
Gobble gobble, everyone - remember to chew your food!!
