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!
My Cancer Playlist I used to fancy myself adventurous. It was self-deceptive but it felt good to think that I was someone who took risks on a whim. Realistically, I’ve always needed someone else to be my wingman, or something that spurred me on (like vodka, for instance). But adventurous, I am not. I truly, truly, … More Did I Mention How Much I Hate Roller Coasters?
There are times in this ridiculousness when I get to be normal. Well, maybe a facsimile of my version of normal, which is always a bit off anyway. But I digress. It has been a week with two birthdays, and we have cake. Red velvet cake, home made cupcakes, Publix cupcakes, and Chuck E Cheese cake. That, my friends, … More Let Them Eat Cake.
Some days are such rollercoasters. Friday was just such a day. I was late getting Q (a.k.a #5) to daycare, then forgot to send her with a towel because, of course, it was water day. I was already late to my appointment. So sorry, almost 4 year old. No towel for you. I’m pretty sure the … More The Ugly Cry
I wanted to get my boobs done. After 5 kids, breastfeeding, and the typical crisis of a woman of a certain age range, I simply wanted a tummy tuck and a boob job. In fact it took years before I was emotionally ready for those, even though it’s what I really, really, really wanted. I wanted to improve them, … More Dear, You Have A Little Bit Of Cancer