In my scientist life, I study genes that make bacteria resistant to antibiotics. I am especially interested in how these genes evolve. To guess at how they evolved, I draw trees, much like a family tree, except with genes. When two genes are found to be related, they are often said to have diverged from their common ancestor. Well, it is false to say that I am evolving, but right now I can't help but see my life as analogous to one of these trees. The difference is that on my science trees, both branches exist. On my life tree, the branch I'm on is the only branch that exists, so I guess there's no point lamenting over the pre-cancer branch (a tempting endeavor, I assure you). Nonetheless, I can't shake the notion of how far my life path has diverged from what it was merely two weeks ago. I don't feel at all like myself, and yet this is my new self. Tasks such as walking around the block are difficult, and I can't count on myself to make coherent conversation. And let's not forget about the port. I am deeply divergent.
I need to remember that it won't always be this way. Hopefully tomorrow will be better. And in looking past tomorrow, previous divergences have always led to the great life I have now. Why should a little cancer be any different?
In other news, huge shout-out to Ashley for the fantastic hair cut today! She cut it here in the kitchen, and it is adorably short. I wanted it short before it falls out, in the off chance that it is less traumatic that way. (Photos of the Cancer Cut are linked at the right.) Second shout out to Sandra for bringing the scarves that I will rock so hard. I've already started the count-down for the return of my long hair, but I am grateful for the help to look presentable in the meantime. Maybe without the ponytail I will look like I have a PhD.