I'm writing because writing gives me a space, a space where I have a moment to reflect. I sit here, four wires attached to the backpack attached to me. My neck is starting to get sore because I don't want to have to shift these wires around. Just stay here, pack of electronic cables. I want to ignore, just for a time, what this means.
Oh, Optune. What does it mean to have this all the time? What does it mean for who I am?
Sad. I'm so sad.
I was able to be encouraging with Maybelle. She's so curious about these changes, and she kept talking about my hair being gone. She ultimately accepted it, although I woke her up as I was getting out of her bed. She kissed me and went back to sleep.