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And the way your hair clogs the shower drain for weeks, until one day there’s simply no hair left.
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At 41, my world shrank to a schedule of blood draws, chemo IVs, and bathroom tiles I could trace in the dark.
People called me “brave.”
Mostly, I was just tired, of fighting, of failing, and of making other people feel better about my odds.
The one thing I still believed in was my husband, Grant. He treated every appointment like a battle he refused to let me lose. He squeezed my hand so hard I sometimes worried he’d break it.
There are things you never want to get used to.
If I threw up, he’d wipe my face and crack a joke, like, “That one sounded like a champion, babe.”
He was always there, through hope or terror.