The Other Alternative

February 23, 2010
Tuesday, 5:40 P.M.
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I just received an e-mail from my per diem boss testing me on algebra! He sent me an accounting example to set up as an equation. How is that for support? I don't know whether to react with, " Are you kidding me?" or "Aren't you thoughtful?" I guess I'll wait to see how easily the solution comes to me.

Taking a shower when I came home from work, I was rinsing the conditioner out of my hair when visions of my girlfriend undergoing chemotherapy tomorrow came to me. Things so taken for granted day after day loom so much larger under less ordinary circumstances. I can't imagine losing my hair, having it fall out in clumps until there is nothing left. For someone who considers herself such a compassionate and empathetic person, I am ashamed of myself. I realize how insignificant a head of hair is in relation to extending one's life and still, I shudder at the thought. I am behaving like a self absorbed, spoiled, and shallow bimbo and I don't know how to fix it. If I ever become afflicted with this disease, I am not sure I would put myself through what Carol Ann is facing and what millions of others, including my sister have endured. I'm pretty certain I would take the other alternative.