Joanne's Starbucks cup

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I do not believe the chemo process can truly be described unless you experience it yourself. Since MS is going to be my b*tch and chemo was its first whipping, Joanne and I were prepared to make the journey as comfortable as possible. In our world, comfortable comes in the form of entertainment, laughter, and the occasional whoopie cushion. I can tell you that there is an inevitable elephant that sits in the middle of the very small "treatment" room, where privacy is no option. Sometimes the elephant is so heavy, you feel guilty for laughing or smiling at the person in the chair 12 inches away from you.

Joanne picked me up for my last day of chemo. Per usual, we needed Starbucks. We glanced at the clock and collectively decided that we DEFINITELY had time to go to the "good" Starbucks, instead of the one that made us BAD coffees the previous time we went to chemo. So.... we rocked out to music in the mom-mobile, chatted a bit about what we might see at chemo since it WAS halloween, and wondered again why everybody always wants to drive into us. Whatev. We make it to Starbucks (drive thru, of course) & grabbed our lattes. We glanced at the clock again and made an executive decision that we ALSO have enough time to go to Dunkin Donuts for a box of 50 Munchkins. Oh yes... I DID write 50. Suhweet!

We made it to our destination, found a flipping place to park (which is NOT easy), and made it to the lab at 10:58am for an 11am appointment. Heck yeah! We were chatting with the man known as "the butcher" as we waited for me to have my IV put in. Joanne started to read her Starbucks cup and we decided, hands down, that the cup needed to be kept:
The Way I See It, #295
Can we laugh at cancer? Is it funny to lose your breasts? Am I crazy to have humor when I lose my hair? Should I ignore the giggles while receiving chemo? What if I nudge someone and sneak a smile, even though I have no eyebrows? Is it inappropriate? Don't be offended, it beats waxing!
---Julie Wade, Starbucks customer and cancer survivor from Seattle, Washington

That said it all.