As chemo comes to an end (YAY) and preparation for targeted radiation beginning on the seven tiny lesions trying to eat my brain - an old lady stalker has beome obsessed with me.
Sally walks in to room at all hours and asks all sorts of questions. I get the feeling I remind her of an old boo. ((Shudder)).
But as long as she isn't privy to sharp objects (though she does get violent with the staff), I thing I can live with crazy Sally.
After all, I'm still crazy hot.