I think I must be a support group addict given that, after leaving my 17th radiation treatment not five hours earlier, I dragged my ass back out to Sibley hospital, through rush hour traffic, just so I could check out a new support group. Further evidence: it turns out I knew two of the five women there from other supportive breast cancer environments. Having all kinds of weird emotions approaching the end of this phase of my treatment, I guess I was just looking for a support group fix.
In other news, my shoulder pain is apparently due to bursitis and my hair is slowly making its way back onto my head. Below is a picture from last week. As well as one from a visit to the national cathedral the other weekend that has nothing to do with anything really other than I think it's pretty.
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