I remember the day I got this BC ID. I was a sophomore, and it was quite a different situation from when I got my ID as a freshman. That year, I was about to start my last round of chemo and I barely looked like myself. When I was getting my picture taken for this ID, my hair had grown back and I had been finished with treatment for an entire year. Still, I was in the middle of a self-medicating treatment that I would struggle with until the end of my junior year. Instead of chemo, I was poisoning myself with alcohol. So much so, that I didn’t care if I lived or died. More about that tomorrow…
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