Today was an extraordinarily long and difficult day. Why? More f-bomb cancer. I went with my dear girlfriend and her dear husband to discuss her upcoming (nasty f-bomb) cancer treatments, including gnarly chemo and radiation. F-bomb cancer. Seriously. Sorry about the f-bombs. Cancer just brings them out of me. Geesh. What can I do? After… Continue reading Under My Skin at The Pasadena Playhouse
