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
I’m weaning myself off of my pain meds. Holy sweet 6lb sweet baby Jesus on a stick! FFFFFFFluffernutter! Jumpin’ Jehosephat! Damn, y’all. Breathing exercises are in full play, but that doesn’t mean I feel awesome. Double damn! The alternatives, though, are numb fingers and brain cells and overdoing things to the point of exhaustion because I’m not sure … More Reality Bites
****WARNING! Graphic content, NSFW**** Well, I did it. I made it through and am convalescing in style at home. Amazon Prime is my new bestie, by the way. I realized pretty quickly that even holding my little tablet or a book was making my chest muscles sore, so I ordered the most perfect (and reasonably priced) lap … More Super Trooper *Graphic*
I have 10 minutes to finish my water. Tomorrow is going to be crazy. I taught my fourteen year old the fundamentals of great eyeliner today. That is a life lesson that will carry her through thick and thin. You think it won’t? You’re wrong. The ability to artfully apply makeup will give her tools … More Boobpocalypse!
That’s a real thing, you know. At least it is for me. I found it by chance, because I decided to go ahead and go into the boutique at my cancer center, the one that I didn’t want to go into. The lady who worked there is just so nice. Pamela. What a doll. Anyway, … More I Passed Cancer Class!
One of the things I promised myself that I would make a priority again this year was going to see live shows and concerts. I love them and always have. For many, many years I didn’t go to shows. At all. Then it was just kids’ shows, then one for me every couple of years. … More The Grateful Dread
That’s it- I’m done wallowing. Done. Done-teh-de-done-done. I’M DONE WALLOWING!!!! Fuck that noise. No, seriously. I mean, I think it’s ok to have moments, and I’m still mad as all hell, but I gave myself some time to grieve and was just…wallowing. Like a pig. There’s no reason for this. None. Ok, cancer, but there are, … More Suck It Up, Buttercup!