I’m at the cancer center for another follow-up visit. I’ve been on FMLA/disability, reviving from a major cancer-related surgery. I say that to say this – my physical appearance is low priority right now because everything is hard, everything hurts, everything is the worst.

I grabbed a sweatshirt from the laundry and threw it on without looking. Mirrors are for the healthy.

I’m in the waiting room now and realize that there are MULTIPLE obvious stains on this thing. I’ve resorted to attempting to clean it with hospital-grade tissues (imagine single ply toilet paper in a regular tissue proportion) and water from my water bottle. It’s not going well.

On the plus side, my fellow cancer patients are not known to be a judge-y breed.

This is my life lately.