Day 18 - Accomplice

Chemotherapy is a great excuse.
It's an excuse to come into work late.
To leave early (too tired).
To lash out.
To be down.
To slack off.
To give up.
To not go out tonight.
To stay in and watch movies, play video games, sleep.
To not write, to not read, to not sing, to not create.
This and about a dozen other things can all be excused with such ease, and with such sincerity, I might say I wish chemotherapy would never end.
So I could always be a willing participant in the decay of my own life.