I too am not a bit tamed—I too am untranslatable

I sound my barbaric yawp over the roofs of the world.

I spend a lot of time crying in your closet.

Is this even therapeutic? I put my thoughts down on paper but they’re still in my head.
I unplugged the hearing aids a few weeks ago. Today I plugged them back in, because it made me feel better.
Everything is just as it was but nothing is the same.
I can see each of these sweaters on and they all look beautiful. I can’t look at the hat with the polka dots without wanting to cry; main hat in rotation for chemo and associated with the beginning of the end in my mind.

The cream colored one in the middle was purchased in North Carolina over Christmas in December 2022, a surprise while us younger girls were out shopping. I don’t think it was worn again after the diagnosis in March 2023.

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