Then, since I’d be staying in Los Angeles a while, where deliveries are far less problematic than, say, the middle of a dirt pile somewhere, I did some online shopping. I saw an amazing shirt on Etsy. Patchwork African cloth. My size. One left. Seven people holding it in their cart. I beat them to the punch (or there was actually more than one left). Behold my walking strong and happy chemotherapy shirt. I. Am. In. Charge.
Maybe the shirt will startle the cancerous cells away
One of the nice things about Los Angeles is a guy like me can wear this shirt and get compliments instead of hostile looks. Hmmm, maybe I’ll start wearing my robe about town, too.