If you were to read on paper the following diagnosis, what would your mind’s eye see?

Stage four metastatic Lung cancer; lungs, lymph nodes, bones and brain tumors. Every six weeks CT-Scans to see if the tumors spread and perhaps, qualifiable for a clinical trial. A clinical trial as in, your best option other than a fucking miracle.

While the baldie may look worse… she is in remission. That means, at the moment, she does not have any active tumors. The chick with the hair- that’s me, the very unfortunate, sick young lady, who everybody thinks is okay.

So do me a favor, when you see me, muster up the most upsetting image in your brain of a cancer patient and then look at me, as someone who pulled the shortest straw.