A wry look at a "day in the life" of a (grumpy) cancer survivor. Come on! You all know you've been there!
PUBLISHED November 20, 2017
Brenda Denzler is a writer and editor living in North Carolina. She received her doctorate from Duke University and worked as an editor at UNC-Chapel Hill before she was diagnosed with inflammatory breast cancer in 2009. Since then, she has devoted a great deal of her time and energy to understanding and writing about cancer, cancer treatment and the impact of pre-existing PTSD on the ability of doctors to give and patients to receive medical treatment
I suppose I was grumpy. The cashier at the self-check registers commented that for some reason everyone seemed irritated today. Having just used my very last ounce of energy to remain vertical while I tried to navigate, re-navigate and then RE-re-navigate the quirks of the big-box hardware store’s enigmatic self-check system, I testily offered one possible explanation. As I grabbed my receipt and staggered toward the door, hoping to reach my car before I collapsed, I noticed another customer giving me the stink-eye. I imagined that in his head he was calling me the technical term for a female dog.
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