That moment when everything is laid bare and exposed.

Your deepest darkest secrets. the worst parts of you that you tried, and worked oh so hard at covering up.

Things you buried under a mountain of fake smiles and forced laughs. Tucked away behind feigned interest and mild enthusiasm.

Everything showcased.

All those dirty secrets giving away just how fucked up and broken you truly are.

There’s something to be said about no longer hiding and sneaking around.

A freedom that comes from truth.

Oh but that truth came at such s heavy price.

This is happening!

I am the youngest person in the waiting room if you don’t count the one child.

Is this where all the fancy older ladies with cancer come get their treatment?

It’s like bougey cancer.

I’m sorry that I casually dropped that I have/had cancer.
To tell you the truth I haven’t really told anyone.

I think it was just a shock seeing the bill for something that happened in the beginning of February.

I have a biopsy coming up on the 19th and I’m hoping they confirm that the surgery I had in March was a success and that I don’t have to keep taking this medication.

Fingers crossed.

When it comes down to it, this bill is telling me that I’m being charged a $30 copay for the doctor to tell me I have cancer.

Well, that’s just swell.