The nurses let me bring in my own sheets, pillows, and blankets this time. I'm going to be a little sad when I can't play the 'cancer patient' card with medical staff anymore, you know? You walk in with a box of stuff and bat your eyes at them and they fold pretty easily. Next time I'm going to try bringing a mini fridge. I'll probably get away with it, Logan managed a cooler full of root beer last time.
Oh hey, Penelope? I feel like I stole your 3DS instead of just borrowing it. I should probably get my own at this rate, but it's keeping me company again. I hope you don't mind.
This time of year has never really been that great for me, all things considered. I find it kind of ironic that the year I have Cancer over Christmas is actually turning out to be the best one ever. I've got so much more to be thankful for.