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
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
“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