I slapped together this selfie collage because this morning, as I was curled up in bed with The Girl, both of us fighting off flu (or some flu-like virus), I realized I was suffering even more a year ago today.
When I took the photo on the left, I didn’t yet have my lymphoma diagnosis, and didn’t even have my Wegener’s mis-diagnosis. Life was so sucky back then. I was taking daily selfies for my doc, so I could show her how my facial swelling was progressing in the days I didn’t visit her.
Below is a collage from January-February 2015 (via the Collect app). I didn’t share these with many people, though some of you may recall one of these being posted on the Book of Face, where I likened my likeness to Fat Bastard, of Austin Powers fame.
You may notice that in one of these, I’m forcing a smile (with my weird, temporary underbite – Thanks
Obama Lymphoma). That’s because when I sent the pics to Sia, she complained that I never smiled. Well, I didn’t really feel smiley. But, for her, I made it happen.
So, today, another not-so-smiley feeling day, except I am smiling. I know I said it in the last post, but I truly am thankful to have a run-of-the-mill virus. Even if I can’t breathe through my nose and my head is all fuzzy. I just hope it clears up before I’m scheduled to see Alla for a follow up visit next week (don’t want to take my germs into Kellogg). Might have to reschedule that. But, that’s ok by me, because this. This virus. Is. NOT. Cancer.