People who know me, know that I am not easily horrified.
I am now kind of horrified.
The skin on my nipple is peeling.
I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. But mostly, I’ll probably laugh (with just a dash of hysteria).
I have entered bizarro-world.
The skin on your nipple isn’t supposed to peel. I didn’t even know it could peel. It’s just wrong on so many levels.
Somehow that skin seems like it should be somehow sacrosanct.
- 1.(especially of a principle, place, or routine) regarded as too important or valuable to be interfered with
It’s just so stupid.
And here’s the thing.
I’m the lucky one. I’m the one who barely has had cancer.
I’m the one who had it caught early, and didn’t have to have chemo, and only had to have 3 weeks of radiation.
But the fucking skin on my nipple is peeling.
Don’t ever underestimate what people with cancer go through.
And remember, I’m the lucky one.