Days Minus Four and Three...

and two and one, and when I'm on this mic, this sucker's won.

There’s a feeling that starts to seep into your body once the chemo drugs start accumulating and working. It’s somewhere between that queasiness you get when you know that you’re about to be sick from flu and the toxicity of a venomous snake bite (I would imagine, having never been bitten by one). It’s difficult to describe, so I’ll just leave it at tha…