Taylor's Chemo Chronicles

On day 2 of chemotherapy my shadow appeared. He was foggy and disagreeable to be around.

Much like Charlie Brown's Pig Pen, he just hovered and stank --which made making a good impression of the sexy doctor who'd rushed into room with the crash cart nearly impossible.

More on the crash cart incident later ... still, after all the festivities had died down, tired as I was, I teetered into the bathroom and slayed my funky little shadow.

But he'll be back soon.

Three more days of chemo.

Good grief.

Comments

[Greg]

Thanks, Taylor, for keeping your internet friends up on your health trial. Very moving. I hate that you need chemo, but I'm so glad there is treatment. Someday soon, you'll once again be distracting sexy doctors from thinking about just medicine. You have all my best hopes for a speedy recovery and a complete remission.

[Toddy English]

Echoing Greg...
Thank you for keeping us abreast. Good luck through this dude.
Love...
Toddy English.

[Liberator Émigré Éire]

I sent your boo a message on Facebook asking him to convey my love and best wishes.

I didn't think you'd be around to receive my virtual mail. Should've known better.

Taylor, you're a giant amongst men. Fight this thing. You're so important. You're needed. I know you'll beat it.

x

[thegayte-keeper]

Hope all goes well.