Last week I saw one of those "On this Day" Facebook posts showing me a photo from a year ago. It was the picture of the night that Tasha shaved my head and I officially joined the cue ball club. When I saw the photo pop up my immediate thought was, "it's already been a... Continue Reading →
The last line of my post on March 30, 2016 says: "Friday the fight begins for realsies and I'll be looking forward to seeing it all in reverse with a last day for fighting followed by a first day back at work", and on April 18, 2017 that day came. Easter Monday night I had... Continue Reading →
Technically I have been cancer free for an entire year. 365 whole days. Holy eff. April 1, 2016 was the double mastectomy that turned out NOT to be the world's most elaborate April Fool's joke ever. To the patient it feels like the end of all of your treatment would be the milestone that signifies being cancer free... Continue Reading →
(ahem, insert Jerry Seinfeld impression) What's the deal with side effects? You're taking one medication to cure you of a single illness and the pills you have to take make you sick in 12 different ways. You need pills to cure you from the pills. For real! I used to laugh at those commercials that you... Continue Reading →
I think this whole cancer treatment thing is kind of like doing a home renovation (stay with me here). First, you work like crazy to get the demolition done, you make a big mess and you have to step over a pile of drywall to get to the fridge. Then you do the big stuff like putting... Continue Reading →
Well it's another one for the books, another check in an important box and the Breast Cancer Crisis T0-Do list is getting smaller. Radiation is done and my skin is on the rebound. The angry, purple/red burns are turning into a perfectly symmetrical square tan and the peeling means healing. I was at the cancer... Continue Reading →
As the year winds down (when it feels like we might have accidentally reached in the dark corners of our closet and put on our 'skinny' pants when in actuality we are wearing our stretchiest fat pants) we start to see shows like "2016 Celebrity Scandals" and "Top 100 Sports Fails" on TV and we... Continue Reading →
I am a busy person. My fiancé will be the first to tell you that I take on too many things, have too many responsibilities and over commit myself on too many occasions. As much as I hate to admit it (and please, no one tell her I said this), she's right. I happily over extend... Continue Reading →
