The Holy Trinity

In the name of Versed, Propofol and Fentanyl… Amen​ ​

One Day

I have always been a forward thinker. My brain processes a plan then immediately calibrates how it will affect our life in 6 days, 6 months, 6 years. I would not classify this as one of my better traits. That ‘living in the moment’ honky was never something I could get on board with. But…

It’s (D)Raining Men

Um yeah, no it’s not, but I just really wanted to use that title so… Let’s all say a collective prayer that I am nearing the end of my indentured drainitude. My output has been pretty low so far today and if I can squeak in under 30mls today and tomorrow, I can have my…

My Right To Bear Arms

The Second Amendment of the United States Constitution states: ‘the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.’ So tell me, cancer, what you were thinking when you went ahead and relieved me of the full usage of my right arm? Did you not know that this is against the…

Making The Cut

The votes were in and we were locked on a platinum blonde mohawk. Everything that seemed thrilling and exciting about choosing looks and watching all of my family and friends vote for my pre-chemo ‘do,’ suddenly made me feel nauseated. Why wasn’t this fun anymore? What had worn off? Oh right. I have cancer. I…

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

Today is the day. My long, brown hair is being liberated from my head. I’ve been so excited about the short haircut ideas- the voting and planning a small gathering for the event, that I’ve lost sight of the why.Β  It started to hit me last night. I’m scared. Not because I believe my hair…

BYE WIG

Now for those of you who don’t immediately understand the reference in this post’s title, let’s take a moment to familiarize ourselves with its historical derivation. A little reality tv show on Bravo called, The Real Housewives of Atlanta, features prominent, well-to-do (supposedly) women who generally just drink and yell at each other. Sounds horrible….

Mrs. Mia Wallace

*WARNING* THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC CONTENT Uma Thurman, Pulp Fiction, 1994. We all remember the moment she was stabbed in the chest with the giant epinephrine needle, right? I certainly do. For whatever reason that image has been burned into my brain. Perhaps it is because I was probably a little too young to see…

Restricted Extremity

I didn’t know that after a mastectomy with accompanying lymph node dissection (removal), that that arm becomes a restricted extremity. This means I can never have my blood pressure taken, blood drawn or an IV on my right arm. Man down.  Now I’m no math wizard, but if I have 2 arms, and one is…

The Most Important Decision Of Your LIFE

Ok Grancerites, I’m trusting you. I am putting my life into your hands. I am going to allow YOU to make a major choice in my breast cancer odyssey.  Are you ready?  This Friday June 17, in anticipation of the start of chemotherapy, I will be having my hair chopped off in what will be, The…

Cause I’ve Got 1 Drain In My Pocket…

And the other is applying for a medicinal marijuana license. Excellent news report 🚨🚨! The additional nodes that were removed during my second surgery this week were all clear! Only that one tiny micrometastasis that they found in surgery #1 existed in all of my axillary nodes. As exciting as this news is, it doesn’t…