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!
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
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
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!
(There’s a bit of profanity in this one. Head’s up) I’ve begun to think of the current situation as such: Phase I: Planning, Zoning, and Pre-Construction Pricing (diagnosis, planning) Phase II: Demolition and Construction (surgery, chemo) Phase III: Final Build-Out (recovery, remission) Phase I is coming to a close on Monday morning, so there is … More It’s The Final Countdown
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