A few days after I was diagnosed with breast cancer I was taking a walk with my sister. People were staring at me. It felt as if the word 'cancer' was written on my forehead.
When the cashier at the grocery store wishes me a happy weekend I just cringe and want to get the hell out of there.
When a guy uses his car horn to impress me I just wanted to scream at him he won't be using that after I have turned into miss Baldy.
Everything is different now. Everything has a different meaning all of a sudden. But it's me who's changing and not the rest of the world. I am the one who's much more aware of everything happening around me. I notice things that I would not have noticed before.
Watching a romantic movie? The girl dies of leukemia. Looking out of the window? A woman wearing a scarf wrapped around her head passes by. Reading a magazine. Why is the one with Sylvie van der Vaart lying on top?
It was al there before this happend. It just never hit so close to home.