I don’t just talk it, I walk it, and I walk all over Cancer with my Technicolor Doc Martens.
Of course, I had to make up for all the time I didn’t spend getting nervous in the two weeks before the appointment. So after all the tough talk in the preceding post, I had a twenty-four hour anxiety attack before a member of my oncologist’s medical team told me I still have my boot on Cancer’s neck.
The anxiety is all part of the ritual, along with the donning of the lucky t-shirt and getting take-out from Itsu afterwards.
Green bananas for everybody, till the last two weeks in September. In the meantime, rock it while you got it.