Better Off Bald: Episode 27 — Days 94 – 98

Until I see a drop of water fall on the keyboard, I don’t even realize I am crying. I touch my face. it is soaked. As the printer churns out each page, each person who had stage IV liver cancer and survived, I weep. Hope floods back into my body, and I welcome it because I need it the way our mother needs her drugs, the way some people need a god. I feel reborn as the papers pile up in the printer feeder; my faith restored by UFT, a miracle drug doctors cannot yet explain.