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
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!
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
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 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
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