When your tits are trying to kill you, you spend a lot of time hanging about clinics, being tethered to the spot in treatment and feeling blah. You want a distraction, but your chemo brain means you can't concentrate, or your internal monologue won't. bloody. stop.
This little area houses some ideas for things to watch, read, do or not do.
Pop your deets below if you want me to send you things to brighten your day now and then