Now What ?

So.......the joys of chemotherapy have come to an end. The input valve in my arm has been unceremoniously whipped out and my head is starting to sprout a degree of fuzz that feels like an asian crew cut. Yes, it is reason to celebrate ( I will dance alone to "Harlem" as soon as my legs promise not to buckle ) but the ugly, nagging question in this venue has to be, "What the hell am I going to complain about now?"
Soon my sense of taste will return and make note that I plan on eating my way through every epicurean delight available. So perhaps I can soon complain about being fat.
Soon it will be summer and while the little orange bikini is quite out of the question, perhaps I can complain about having no eyebrows to prevent sweat from trickling into my eyes.

Dating again ?  Well it is an infinite well of absurdity but who is going to want a fat girl with a blonde asian crew cut ?

Who knows ?   Something will come up......it always does.