Unless it’s falling in clumps out of your head. Then you do you. Me? I went ahead and did the thing I was afraid of. Why not? I was terrified of having my breasts removed and then rebuilt, but I did it. My hair, though. The thing that, when it’s gone, makes you instantly recognizable … More Darlin’ Don’t You Go And Cut Your Hair
Yes. I said it. My house is a (bleep)ing mess. It’s like this, off and on, all of the time, but it is more noticeable to me right now. That doesn’t mean that I like it messy, that dust and crumbs on the floor, clean clothes in unfolded heaps, sorted by owner, and books, games, papers, and … More What A (Bleep)ing Mess!
I feel like I have the world’s worst hangover. Two days after treatment I felt like the first day of Influenza A (which I had 4 years ago, still a fresh nightmare), but otherwise it feels like varying degrees of hangover. Now, I know hangovers. That sounds like a brag, but you know what I … More The World’s Longest Hangover
It’s been awhile, kids. Some things have gone down, and my moods have been swinging harder than a bi couple at Studio 54. One day I’m up, the next morose. Or irritated. Or giggly. Would you believe I’ve written several posts only to discard them halfway through? It isn’t that there isn’t a veritable shit … More A Valley, A Rally, A Rockstar Weekend, and Chemo
I haven’t been posting. Not here, not on Facebook. Not on Twitter. Not my own words or thoughts, really. There’s so much happening that sometimes I can’t sort through it properly. I feel a certain impetus to put a positive spin on things, but I’m much more realistic than that. It often comes across as … More Face Value
Oh, yeah! I bought 2 bras! 2! Real bras, not sports bras or post surgical bras, no ma’am! From Soma, my favorite lingerie store, no less. I tried on a few different styles, and it turned out that the only things that felt right were the mastectomy bras. Hm. Huh. Between the concave area and how tender … More Is That A Maxi Pad On Your Chest, Or Are You Just Happy To See Me?
So, Right is down by half. At least the tip is down by half. Ok, so maybe it’s closer to two-thirds, but who’s measuring? On one hand, it’s awesome to still have any of my real nipple left, don’t get me wrong, but it’s still weird to know that I watched this bit of flesh … More The Tip Of The Iceberg
Dude. I’m still getting fat. No energy. Still healing. Can’t even stretch my arms. Everything always itches. UUUUuuuugh! I just want to have a little pity party, ‘k? Cool. I want things to be totally awesome, so I can be all like “Look at me! I’m so busy cancering and being fabulous!” but I can’t. … More Uuuuuugh
All I do is THINK. Think. think. And take tests, go to appointments, have my plans changed; wait. And think. I think about the future, both immediate and far away. I think of the past, of the could have, would have, should haves. Of the nevers. Of the always. I think about the maybes. All … More The End Of The Beginning
I love that song. It’s been on a near-constant rotation since May in my playlists, joined by Cough Syrup, My Body, and a handful of other songs. I realized yesterday that while I’ve been convalescing I haven’t been listening to much music. The reasons are dumb and mundane, but there’s something about it that is … More Shut Up And Dance With Me