I should be looking forward to August.
Don’t get me wrong, it is going to be great for a lot of
reasons. But August is really starting to scare the proverbial pants off me.
Don’t worry, my real pants aren’t going anywhere.
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| 10 years awesome |
August will also be my last round of chemotherapy. This is definitely
a “let’s rent an entire cruise ship, fill it with everyone we know and hire
Aerosmith, Britney Spears and every boy band from the late 90’s to perform for
us as we sail around the world in celebration” kind of deal (can you tell I’m a
mom and have no idea who is cool in music right now? Like, who the crap is 2 Chainz
and why are we letting him be famous?). But I am also a little afraid to walk
away from chemo. There is something comforting about having cancer poison
coursing through your veins even though the effects are ill indeed. When it
stops, your body is left back to its own devices. You know, the kind of devices
that grew the cancer in the first place. I’ve got mixed feelings about the end,
which makes it a little less exciting to be done with chemo.
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| Rockin' some polka-dots |
“And last, but certainly not least, my book releases in
August,” she said with a forced grin, the fear and trepidation plain in her
eyes. Yes, I’m starting to freak out. Having a book about to be published is loads of fun. It is a pinch glamorous and
really exciting to talk about. But then
people read it. And the reviews start coming in. And that is when things get
real. You lay bare your soul and hope the general public doesn’t laugh at your
poor soul running around naked.
Maybe my publisher will let me write, “I am just getting
over cancer, please wait to post all negative reviews until the New Year,” on
the front cover of every copy sold.
Whether I’m ready or not, August is a-coming. And things are about to get real…
Also, people have been inquiring about the book site: kristinbryant.com
Also, people have been inquiring about the book site: kristinbryant.com
