just so you know, the image above is kind of what it feels like when cancer enters your world.
it's dorothy, from the wizard of oz.
it was just her and her little dog toto, livin' the dream with her auntie em and uncle henry, out there on that humble farm in kansas.
until that bitch showed up.
what was her deal anyway?
what could she possibly have had against toto?
seriously, why did she knock on their door?
who did she think she was, making those threats, trying to disrupt so many lives?
can you blame dorothy for running?
after a strange and treacherous storm, (or was it a dream?)
she found herself in techno color.
waking up to an unfamiliar, though shimmering, bright and colorful world.
so many strangers welcoming her. (munchkins.) they were friendly enough, though their language was completely unfamiliar.
i'm in oz now.
i'd like to find the wizard too.
i'm hustlin' here, trying to navigate that tricky, though vibrant, yellow brick road.
i'd ask him please sir, might you have a cure?
so many creatures, cruising that worn and winding road.
if i only had a brain.
screw glinda. the 'good witch.' she's no help.
paging the wizard.
can you hear me?