“My head is burning again this morning. I am starting to get used to it and see it as a glow. The head weighs fourteen pounds or thereabouts. Today, mine feels like a giant sunflower perched on top of a slender, swaying reed. It is odd to me how an easy day like yesterday is followed by another like today. I stay with discomfort, and pause to rest the lids of my eyes, my head on its stem.” PoetryRedemptionPeace Of MindJournalingChemotherapyBreast Cancer And Families Book:Breast Strokes: Two Friends Journal Through the Unexpected Gifts of Cancer Source: Breast Strokes: Two Friends Journal Through the Unexpected Gifts of Cancer