Its official. I hate this place. I walk in and I want to cry. The smell, the memory, the impending treatments. It sucks the joy out of me and I can't even fake a smile to the nurses.
I don't even know what is in store for me today. It might be the PICC line, it might be chemo, it'll probably be both, or it could be nothing.
All I know is that I feel slightly sick already and I'd rather be anywhere else but here.
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