The cyst that wasn’t a cyst, my little Voldemort, Voldemort the Baldy, saved my life. So did my irritation with him and desire to stop acting the part of Professor Quarrel, just like my vanity in wanting a tummy tuck and breast augmentation ultimately led to discovering that I had cancer in the first place. … More Voldemort, Who Saved My Life
Hello again, party people! It’s been a while. I let myself get busy living, trying to lose myself in the minutiae of my little life. I did. It was boring and exciting, like always. But, man! Has there ever been some stuff going on! First, like so many others, I was devastated by Hurricane Irma. … More Like I Need A Hole In My Head
Do you remember the last time you had to wait for something? I don’t mean like the service is bad at your favorite bistro and you revise your Yelp! to 3 stars from 5 or when you’re stuck in traffic and have to pee. Those both kind of suck in their own way, don’t get … More Are You Dense?
Actually, question all you like. There are some things that we all sort of universally want to know about living with cancer. It’s a collective nightmare scenario, really. So I asked friends on Facebook if anyone had anything specific they wanted to know. One set of questions (hey, Jon!) centers around whether there are foods … More Don’t Question Mah Authoritay!
So, here’s the thing. Makeup is MAGIC. I know I’ve said it before, but it’s the damn truth. Magic, y’all. I’ve always loved makeup, even as a little girl. I paid extra attention to all of the Seventeen articles, tried all the Cover Girl, Maybellene, and Clinique trends, and in eighth grade was certain that I … More But You Don’t Look Sick
One of my favorite Christmas songs is Christmas Wrapping by The Waitresses. Aside from the bass line and overall catchiness, the song is about missed connections and how sometimes things that you thought were going awry were really something amazing waiting to happen. It’s about the good and bad and in between. Thanksgiving was hard … More Christmas Wrapping
I was texting one of my best friends this morning, and we were talking about the November social media ritual of being #Blessed It gets frustrating at the best of times, only because of how sometimes it seems like it’s all perfect, perfect, perfect out there. Or, on the flipside, everything is SO F’ING DRAMATIC. … More HashtagGratitude
I was having a completely horrible day. Truly terrible. The day I was released from the hospital was the day I got a certified letter from work stating that my Leave of Absence was over & either I hightailed it back to work pronto or I was being separated from employment. Amicably, and with the ability to … More The Curb Attacked My Tire (and the absurdity of life)
I need to clarify a few things, especially, it seems, what may seem like disregard for my health by my husband. I don’t often talk about him in my posts, because it can be extremely easy to let my snippets of life color the way he is seen. He is a flawed person, as are … More Obviously Oblivious, With a Dash of Denial
I can’t explain what is happening to me. In my body and mind calamity has ensued. Some days find me clear-headed and funny, as though the shell of my physical presence is simple fodder for a sitcom that only a few people are privy to. Others are lost to the haze of illness that envelops … More There Are No Words