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Kids

I am not exactly a ‘kid’ person. Yes, I have three kids. Here is what I mean: I was never that 13 year old who was desperate to babysit or who wanted to be a camp counselor. Maybe it is because I was the youngest child/cousin on the side of the family that lived nearby….

Second Opinion/I Am Never Not Hot

Probably seems a bit odd to seek a second opinion after I have already had 3 surgeries, 4 drains, 4 rounds of chemotherapy and 2 infections. I never felt I needed a true second opinion from a hospital system outside of the one I have been working with. My doctors would always ‘present my case’…

Hurricane Cancer

I am a bit of a scaredy cat. I get spooked really easily (i.e. Phil Collins’ Land of Confusion, which could be blamed for ruining my entire childhood). Mix this with anxiety and you have a cute little cocktail of I cannot even think about that or I’ll never sleep again. Here is a short list…

Live Report from The Chemo Bunker

See what’s happening in this photo? I am simultaneously freezing and wearing a blanket around my face, but also boiling and have an ice pack on my head. Oh chemo, you’re so silly. Let’s discuss ‘Cancer Normal.’ ‘Normal’ is hard to define under any circumstances. When you are talking about statistics, normal becomes a pretty…

Crowning Achievement

This post will be a visual odyssey through my last day of chemo. I’m too verklempt to write much about it today. ⬆️Straight clowny⬆️ ⬆️Feeling chatty⬆️ After a fun lunch high on the the pre-meds with my A-Team of my mom, sister and huz, I came home and have been sleeping ever since. My body…

Chemo Eve (Ho Ho Horrible)

***Pills pictured above clockwise from top left: Prozac (you try navigating cancer without an anti-depressant/anxiety, judgy-pants), Astragalus, My Community Host Defense Mushroom supplement, 2 steroids, Turkey Tail Root Mushroom supplement, Claritin. Not Pictured: Vitamin D, which fell off my head. (And PS- that is a shadow on my noggin not a scary bruise.) So tomorrow…

When You Are Bald, Everything Is a Hat

I am sort of a trendsetter. I am quite sure that after posting this image of me wearing half of a cardboard fruit snacks box as a hat, a trend will be born. I am naturally bald at this point, but have had this bizarre ostrich hair on the top of my head that somehow…

Downward Spiral

2/3 of my kids have been pretty sick with strep etc. for the last 10 days. As a parent, I am in danger of catching their germs. As a cancer patient in chemotherapy, I am fucked. Every day that I have woken up feeling normal I have been amazed. It’s been 10 days. How could…

Uninspired

I haven’t been blogging. I haven’t felt I have had anything of real interest to say. Here are a couple of blog concepts I’ve been tumbling around: More general complaining Cake! My kids have been sick all week. SOS- Feelin’ chubby (see; cake!) Guilt New problem with my arm As you can see, none of…

My Breast Friend

So I picked out my boobs this morning. I met with my plastic surgeon to discuss ‘where we are’ in terms of filling the expanders. Started with the bra test where I tried on one of my pre-cancer bras to see how we were tracking in terms of where I started. Oddly, it fit perfectly,…

Animal House

I couldn’t blog yesterday because it was one of the more annoying days of my life, at least in recent history. Plus, I knew if I did write, it would be a scathing, hate-filled rant that would scare most of my dear readers. Now that I am older and more mature than I was yesterday,…

Done

I have endured 3/4 of the chemotheraphies assigned to me. I have 1 infusion left, in 2 weeks. I am starting to hear lots of chatter about being almost done! Can you guess how I feel about this statement? Excited? Hopeful? Joyous? You are wrong. I think it’s total honky. Yea, I have one more…