Shit. I have heard that shit is the most functional word in the English language. Here’s a link to prove my point. And believe me, I’ve said it a lot in the past 10 months. When I got my cancer diagnosis, I was like…are you shitting me? During chemo, … Continue reading
Lately it seems I’ve been lifting up my shirt for an awful lot of people. Depending on when you knew me, this may, or may not, surprise you. But these days, it is a flash of necessity, not for funny shock value. If you’re new here, I was diagnosed with … Continue reading
We did it!!!! We said Fuck You to the cancer-monster and kicked some ass. And….It’s GONE!!!!! My biopsies and tests came back as NED, which, in our lingo means “No Evidence of Disease”. I am just over the moon happy, even though it took a bit of time to actually … Continue reading
They’re gone. They were removed sometime between 5pm and 8pm on Tuesday evening while Jeff waited anxiously at the Vallarta Medical Center. When he finally was alIowed to visit me, I was groggy, he was tired. And it was late by the time he left the hospital to return … Continue reading
I’m beginning to fledge. Is that the correct terminology? You know, it’s when baby precocial birds sprout their fuzzy down before their little feathers begin to poke through their wrinkled skin. My freshly formed fluff appeared a couple of weeks ago, despite the fact that I was actively receiving chemotherapy. … Continue reading
I still carry my hairbrush in my purse. I’ve been bald since Christmas day, yet I just can’t seem to let go of that fucking brush. It’s not even a nice one. It’s one of those little plastic freebies you get in your Clinique goody bag when you spend $385 … Continue reading
What if i got cancer? It was a question I asked myself from time to time as an adult, especially after Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. What if the tests come back positive? What if the chemo doesn’t work? What if it’s spread? What if it comes back? What … Continue reading
Again, thanks so very much for the positivity you are sending out to me in this journey and soul-bearing. You have no idea how much it helps to pull me through, especially on the rough days, of which I have had more than I care to admit. I know, I … Continue reading
“You have cancer”. Those three words are probably the most dreaded, life-changing words ever. For me, anyway. Yet, that’s what I was told 2 weeks ago, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, after returning to El Gato after a fun day at the market. After the initial shocked silence, I … Continue reading