Pollyanna Definitely Doesn't Live Here

A few qualifying statements by the blog's author: What I write about tonight is not aimed at any one individual. This post is not necessarily rational. It is, however, about me getting to the end of my figurative rope -- of me being tired of not being me ...

And now, tonight's topic: Chemo Brain
Please, don't use those two words around me ever again. I understand the euphemistic implications of that handy phrase. To me, it's just one more way the CBitch tries to pigeon hole me.

Besides, the "symptoms" of this alleged condition started way before the first chemotherapy. To be precise, the erosion of my ability to focus, retain, generate, be productive, (be me), commenced on February 23 - the day I was diagnosed.

I will fight my way through this b.s. without labels. And, while I'm being bitchy, I want to say that long before the CBitch challenged me, I was a survivor.

If Sedona could talk, she might tell me to stop acting like her companion in this Pic o' the Day!