I was with a friend of mine last night who was like, “I don’t know if I can take all these jokes about you having cancer.” And I was like: “Oh, I’m sorry. It occupies 99 percent of my brain right now, and I just don’t know what to do with it.”
The doctor has prepared me for more weight loss and losing my hair. Dating isn’t the main focus here, but it’s fresh in my mind, because I just got out of a relationship. So I’m just sitting here, thinking, Wow, not only am I single, but I’m about to be four pounds and bald.
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