Boob in a Box is still out on the turps celebrating the one year blogging anniversary. It’s amazing how many tequila slammers a prosthetic breast can knock over during happy hour. So here’s another post from the deep, dark recesses of 2014 – it’s a follow-on to yesterday’s post, about waiting for the wait to be over – The Wait’s End.
Because a birthday should be celebrated for longer than just one day, here’s another flashback to one of my earlier posts. This one is about one of the main ways in which cancer can torture you – the constant fucking waiting. Almost a year down the track and I’m not required to do as much waiting, because I don’t have so many medical appointments. But there’s still the invisible, but heavy drag of the endless marking of time – The Weight of the Wait.
Chasing big dreams one photo at a time
Uninspiration for the uninspired
Fake it after they take it
Fake it after they take it
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Fake it after they take it
My absurd journey beyond breast cancer at 37 years young
Fake it after they take it
