One Boob, Two Boobs. Red Boob, White Boob.

My mom took some of what she's learned about my journey and made it into a Dr. Suess-esque poem.

One boob, two boobs
Red boob, white boob.
Black boob, brown boob.
Old boob, new boob.

This one has a little scar.
This one has a little mar.
Say! What a lot of boobs there are!

Some boobs are thin.
Some boobs are fat.
The fat one has a little brown hat!

Some are sad.
Some are mad.
And some are very, very bad!

Why are they sad, mad, and bad?
I don't know.
But I am glad it's not my nads!

Eeeek!!! I finished 6 weeks of radiation!!!

Holy cats! No more treatments! I have a certificate, my boost copper cutout, 

and a boob (that's simultaneously happy and mad) to prove it! 

What will I do with all my free time now?! (30/30)

On my first day of treatment I heard someone ring the Victors Bell bell 

and felt my time was so far away! 6 weeks later, it was finally my turn! (30/30)

Celebrating "graduation" with a little Minnesota in Michigan! 

Unfortunately the Twins didn't win 😕 (30/30)

The end of phase one and the beginning of Boost week!

There's something oddly refreshing about celebrating the end of week 5 with the the 

Young Adult Support Group. Our stories are all so different and the same at the same time. 

Plus we (unfortunately) now know how to speak the same language. (25/30) 

Surprise! Here's to celebrating the beginning of my final week by bringing wine in 

my very own (complimentary!) #vivajennz bag! (26/30)

I came out of my appointment to these photos taken by @witchythuggrrrlpop, 

while she was patiently waiting for me #nowiwanticecream #actuallyialwaysdo (26/30)

Boost (week) cookies! They came in pairs #oneredandonewhite and were made using 

my boost copper cutout as a mold! Peyton, JD, and @sanderso7 are just as excited 

(and super creative) as I am to be done! (27/30)

A new doctor was added to my entourage, his expertise and the 

view of the new digs are all pretty outstanding! (28/30)

My future plan for celebrating the end of radiation, except with balloons 

A rare view inside the radiation room

The Radiation Oncology parking lot is *clearly* one of the most dangerous places in

 Ann Arbor! #actuallywearetoofatiguedtostealanything #theclubapparentlystillextsts (23/30)

An uneventful Friday = a compilation of various photos taken thus far. 

The mask makes my goggles and breathing machine seem like nothing! #batcaveparkinglot #SuperBatsphotoshoot (24/30)

Flashing the doctor and side effects

"Does it itch? Can I take a look? (I flash the doctor, trench coat style, except with a gown) 

Oooh, that *looks* like it should itch!" #oneredandonewhite #icouldsleepfordays #sideeffects (19/30)

Good bye June. Hello July. There's actually an end in sight! 

#superbatcaveparkingpass (20/30)

A day off of treatments is clearly the real reason for fireworks on the 4th of July! 

No need to dress patriotic for the 4th, my body is already red, white, and blue! #oneredandonewhite #blueradiationsticker #blueboostmapingonboobandpit (21/30)

BEAM READY. BEAM ON. The view from the outside. (22/30)

The right pit got treated just in time for Hotel Megan's grand opening!

Everyone stresses I "take care of myself," so today I took that to mean: 

shaving my right pit *and* wearing deodorant on it (I think the general population is thanking 

me for that one!), a run/walk, and a root beer float! (14/30)

Celebrating being halfway done! 

It feels so great and so daunting all at the same time. (15/30)

A relaxing Sunday afternoon with the guests of Hotel Megan

The guests of Hotel Megan got a 

(hopefully) once in a lifetime behind the scenes tour! (16/30)

Best guests ever - they cooked, cleaned, drove me to appointments, 

and prepped me for my interview! Plus Ezra got a man crush on 

"super buff glasses guy/Chris Pratt as Clark Kent" (Ezra's names for Matt). (17/30) 

My copper cutout reveal party. AKA prep work for my "boost" 

(which is still a week and a half away). I wonder if it's safe to keep and hang as "art" later? (18/30)

LUVUMEG Hey! Thanks! That's nice of you to say!

Cheers to successfully completing two weeks 

*and* finally trying "strong drinks" at Knight's! (10/30)

Oddly enough, it was only the right pit that 

needed the midday freshen up. (11/30) 

● I think I'll rest here x2 

● Matching helmets like it's our job 

● Round hole in a pink square peg; a drawing, per my mom's request (12/30)

As seen on the way to today's appointment - I usually go by Mugs, 

but I suppose I'll take Meg (13/30)

You look like (a smellier version of) Darlene from Rosanne

The feet of *non* radiation patients

Tuesday: The machine was 40 minutes behind schedule! The annoying thing about when they're running late is you have to wait alone.  If someone joins you at your appointment they aren't allowed to go beyond the doors to the secret lair.  Yet!  There were two others in my waiting room that were NOT radiation patients.  I am still trying to figure out how they got in there!  Daric was waiting in the approved waiting room and apparently fell asleep during my treatment.  Good for him.

This guy fell asleep while waiting 

and was fascinated by the rock moat that leads the way. (7/30)

Wednesday I got in right on time; I barely knew what to do with myself when they called my name at 4:59 PM!  I have a large zit on my chest, though, which I blame on radiation therapy.  It's the strangest thing, I don't usually get large zits on my chest (or anywhere...knock on wood) and this thing aligns perfectly with my tattoo and sticker.  Upon hopping up on the table I warned the therapists to not get distracted by my zit, as it was *not* one of their markers.  "Ah, no worries, we're trained tattoo finders," they informed me.  This conversation led into one about how I looked like Darlene from Rosanne (did she have a large zit on her chest as well?) and had I heard this before?  Ah, yes, unfortunately it's not my first rodeo with this reference.  Back when I was in AmeriCorps there was a Facebook Group "We all have a friend that looks like Darlene" (or something to that effect).  Furthermore, last month I was stopped by a woman in a waiting room.  She thought we knew each other and insisted upon it until she finally realized she thought I looked like the lady on The Talk.  I'm still mulling over my feelings about the reference...        

Not being allowed to shave or wear deodorant makes for 

an interesting run in 85° weather 

#heclearlyhasnotyetsmelledme

#heprobablysmellstoo

#thehugissupposedtocovermychestzit (8/30)

Thank you, Sir, for letting all of us listen 

to your voicemails while in the waiting room. (9/30) 

Your next radiation therapy model, right here, joining cancer support groups

Week 2 was off to an interesting start.  Monday I hopped up on the table, they got me all situated, and then the "hush hush" talk began.  Did they see something I didn't?  Were they whispering about how my cancer had come back and they weren't sure how to break the news?  There were three people in the room, then two disappeared, and one stayed back to keep me company.  She's a young Radiation Therapist, very nice.  Eventually she explained that the machine was broken - I could move side to side and forward and backward, but it wouldn't go down.  So, there I was on the table suspended 4 feet up in the air with nothing but time and thoughts.  After asking what all the numbers on the computers meant we were still left waiting.  

"Are we allowed to take pictures in here?" I asked.  And, with that, a photo-shoot ensued.  We put on my googles and mouthpiece and did a mock simulation of my treatments.  The photos are clearly amazing; I could basically be the star in a demonstration video of Radiation Therapy.  Not before too long we were interrupted by the physicist who was called in to examine the machine.  (Yes, I did tell them they were raining on my modeling career parade and interrupted us during my photo shoot!)  While they worked, I continued taking photos of my surroundings.  Long story short, the machine was broken, they had to manually crank me down, and I had to switch to another machine. 

That night, due to the fact I am considered a "Young Adult with Cancer," I figured I would give the support group of the same name a try.  I called ahead to check on the deets and was told family was invited to the meetings.  Knowing this, I *wasn't* going to go alone.  Both Matt and Lisa were able and willing to go.  Slowly the support group members started trickling in - all cancer (and former cancer) patients.  No fellow support systems.  Whoops.  But!  They told me on the phone all were welcome!  Nonetheless everyone was beyond nice and welcoming.  I safely left my phone charging in the corner and, thankfully, the whole scenario didn't go down like the little old lady in Dumb and Dumber (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ppSUnOB4DZw).  No fears, young adults with cancer were *indeed* genuinely nice people.

Week 2 is off to an interesting start:

1. Bed got stuck with me on it

2. Physicist was called in to fix bed

3. Bed was manually cranked down

4. Switched to new bed/room

4. Was the only one that brought support to the support group...

(6/30)