This week the fatigue has caught up with me. 7 weeks in to this new chemotherapy, and writing is difficult. Mid-sentence I stop typing, because I’m not sure where my thoughts were headed.
Right before I sleep the words come rushing. The images. The poignancy that may or may not have real.
In the evenings, I’ve been trying to concentrate on poetry. Learnin…
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