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
Fffrrrrriiippppppp!!!!!!!!!!! Say it out loud. That’s the sound of Velcro being pulled apart. It’s also the sound of me ripping the remaining stubble (and some skin) out of my head with Duct tape. Fuuuuccckkkkk!! (No explanation necessary) Did you know that chemo makes your hair hurt? Until I got cancer, … Continue reading
This party has officially started. And at this writing, I am dancing with the devil. The Red Devil, that is, a potent chemotherapy drug that goes in red, comes out red . After a bag of that, I get pumped with Taxotere, another super-duper strong drug with known side effects … Continue reading
First things first. I am Overwhelmed by all the love and support you, my friends, my fellow warriors and my tribe have graced upon me. My intention of making my journey public is not to seek pity, so thank you for not reading it that way. It is first … Continue reading