Week 6 Day 2

I’ve officially lost 65 pounds. It’s gotten to the point where I have to hold onto things so I don’t fly away in the wind like your wig. 🧑🏽‍🦲. I’m like an ornament in a trailer park tornado. And that’s not even the worst part! When they say that last bit of stubborn belly fat…. Bruh. How are you still here? The rest of my body looks cracked out and here you are acting all first trimester and shit. There’s a positive in this storage compartment though. If I continue to have no appetite it should target there before the last 3 muscles I have hidden from the cancer.

Radiation treatment continues today and I’ll make it in. Since I missed a few days it will carry on to a week 7 to make sure I get the full beneficial & detrimental effects it has to offer. It amplifies the chemo poisoning so I’m thinking missing Friday & Monday may have given my frail body just enough strength to get over this last hump.

I received a message last night asking me “How long do I have?” As in when will I die? If April 1st didn’t get me neither will any other month. I don’t have an expiration date . I’m not about to end up on a milk carton. You may as well call me one of Bebe kids. I don’t die, I multiply. Seriously though, tf kinda question was that? So if anyone else is wondering the same thing let’s clear the air. This cancer will not kill me! I’m too far invested to let it win.

#ImASurvivor#FuckCancer#BebeKids#ImStillCuteToo