Post by Taylor Clear on Oct 26, 2006 19:02:45 GMT -5
Taylor had had her first radition treatment yesterday.
She wasn't going to say it made her feel better, or was pleasant. Her body still ached all over like it had been doing for the past month or so. She still felt slow, lazy, and removed. Her headaches were just as frequent, but it had only been one treatment. Taylor could still hold out some hope, right?
Her mother, once again, had encouraged her to go out, but this time with the help of a distressed and near-sobbing Rachel, who had found out the day before. It only made Taylor that much sadder.
She had actually made an effort, though, to look good today. Her frame was getting thinner, to the point of skeletal, but she still had to appear as if she were a strong front, right? So an brown, turquoise, and cream-colored patterned-satin Ella Moss babydoll tank top was worn with semi-tight Generra straight-leg vintage-wash jeans.
Taylor's hair was down, wavy and messy. She was leaning against the railing of the pier, on the opposite side of the beach from the boardwalk, looking out over sand, water, sun, houses, and the O.C. in general. The place she was coming to realize that she loved.
[/size]She wasn't going to say it made her feel better, or was pleasant. Her body still ached all over like it had been doing for the past month or so. She still felt slow, lazy, and removed. Her headaches were just as frequent, but it had only been one treatment. Taylor could still hold out some hope, right?
Her mother, once again, had encouraged her to go out, but this time with the help of a distressed and near-sobbing Rachel, who had found out the day before. It only made Taylor that much sadder.
She had actually made an effort, though, to look good today. Her frame was getting thinner, to the point of skeletal, but she still had to appear as if she were a strong front, right? So an brown, turquoise, and cream-colored patterned-satin Ella Moss babydoll tank top was worn with semi-tight Generra straight-leg vintage-wash jeans.
Taylor's hair was down, wavy and messy. She was leaning against the railing of the pier, on the opposite side of the beach from the boardwalk, looking out over sand, water, sun, houses, and the O.C. in general. The place she was coming to realize that she loved.
