Coming clean

I lied to you a couple of weeks ago. I don't have a friend from college who has breast cancer. It's my sister. At first they said it was stage zero, but she ended up having to have chemo.

Yesterday she had her second round of chemo. Of four. In expectation of hair loss, she got a buzz cut, so there's be less hair to fall out and clean up. 24 hours out, the second round would appear to have been less nasty than the first in terms of side effects. Still no party, but less bad.

It's hard to write about this. After starting out with serious intent, the blog has become a playground for wit. But it feels radically improper to hide out and not discuss the number one things on one's mind (other topics having already been excluded).

So there you go. At 40, my sister's going through a hellish process to reduce by 33-50% the 10-15% likelihood of recurrence in the next 15 years. Best they can tell. What a fucking choice.