It's almost over...

I'm sorry if this picture offends you, but if this is your idea of porn, you need to get a life, or perhaps a clue.

I gave in and bought a camera, a Nikon Coolpix S10, which is for regular people like me, rather than professional photographers like my brothers. That works for me.

Anyway, I tried it out today, after swearing a lot trying to move that little tiny button that goes in four directions around in the menus to set it up. This picture (the real person, not the smiley--that's much more representative of my drawing) is one of my first efforts.

It was very yellow and weird until I played with it in Photoshop. Also, my shirt looked like we hadn't cleaned our bathroom mirror in twenty years, when in fact it's only been about ten. Anyway, this is my chest, 19 days into my 20 days of radiation for the tumor in my sternum. This is much better than when I had radiation for the primary cancer; my skin broke down then, and was all gooey. I had to do saline soaks. This is just like a bad sunburn. The only other symptom is that I'm tired, but not so tired it couldn't be explained by the fact that I have Stage IV breast cancer and refuse to accept it, and so take jobs like working as a temporary executive director of an agency that was on the verge of disappearing from the planet.

Not really. I accept it. Even if I do have to post these goofy things sometimes to chase away irrational feelings like, "I wish I didn't have cancer". You can probably understand those feelings, though, can't you?