Uuuuuugh

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

Reality Bites

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

Boobpocalypse!

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!

Did I Mention How Much I Hate Roller Coasters?

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?

Let Them Eat Cake.

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.