Hey lovers! I’m here! I’m practically bald! I’m making and eating cake! It’s Valentine’s Day! Truth be told, the last couple of weeks were rough. I, it seems, am the complete opposite of a chemo badass. Rather, I’m a chemo wimp. A chemo wuss. A chemo weenie. I wouldn’t wish that shit on my worst enemy. Trump administration included. IT’S THAT GNARLY. Given all of that, Chris, it seems, is saint of all saints. I know I’ve sung his praises before, but there’s nothing like seeing your better half at their absolute.freaking.lowest and still being everything you’d be when they’re at their … Read More