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Now, our first story comes from Traumatize Them Back, from Montgomery Zeth.

Now, before we do get into it, there is talk of cancer and chemo within the story,

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It's titled, Boss says my chemo treatment isn't as bad as all that. I put the evidence in

our hand. A few years ago, I needed a course of chemotherapy and was warm to expect all the usual

side effects. Nausea, fatigue, aches and pains and of course hair loss. Well, after the first

couple of rounds, I was feeling fairly good,

not too nauseous, which had weirdly been my main worry, as I hate throwing up. Vomit free since 93,

etc, etc. My gums had begin to hurt though. I was starting to notice my hair was beginning to get,

shall we say, a little bit loose. I'd noticed a bit more on my comb and a little more in the shower drain than usual.

Now, I'd usually just put this down to regular old male pattern boldness paranoia, MPDP,

but I reckon the drugs were beginning to take effect. Well, a couple of rounds further on.

I really knew it. I felt pretty old and creaky, had mouth ulcers and my appetite had vanished.

Actually, that's not quite true. I occasionally craved a BLT sandwich, squashed wafer thin,

and chilled to near sub-zero temperature. I asked the doctor

if this meant anything and she said yes. It now means I want a BLT for lunch. Helpful. However, my hair

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