Today is the day before my final chemo treatment. I should be celebrating with noise makers, streamers and cake, but instead I have mixed feelings. Tomorrow, people will call to say “Yay! Congratulations! Your tumors are gone and you’re all done. Be Happy!" Well, call me Debbie Downer cuz I’ll say thank you and then … Continue reading Parties or naps? That’s easy.
Month: August 2015
When My Body Gets Down and Gets Tired, Not Funky
It was an emotional, Spotify playlist kind of day. I listened to albums that make people feel upset and depressed: Foo Fighters (Wasting Light), The Smiths (Louder Than Bombs) and Coldplay (Parachutes). And although the kids enjoyed the irony of the cheerful song Hang the DJ, they decided that there was too much sorrow in … Continue reading When My Body Gets Down and Gets Tired, Not Funky
My Personal Healing Shaman. Not.
I’m not sure what it is about me, but only the weirdest of the weird ever approach me. It's been like this for decades. Personally, I think I was pretty cute in my twenties, but I never got hit on by guys...unless they were well over 65. Homeless people randomly sitting on the streets of … Continue reading My Personal Healing Shaman. Not.
Follow Up Missions
Mission: Scan My Brain So there's a cyst like node near my left temple. Super small. And one that's long that looks like a vein. My rad doctor sent it to a neuro-radiologist-oncologist. Talk about specializing! She said she thinks the long one is a blood vessel and the small cyst is very common in … Continue reading Follow Up Missions
Mandarins and MRI’s
I had this dream last night that I was sitting at a table in the hospital cafeteria when a woman in a wheelchair approached me. She was about my age with straight blonde hair and wore a white doctor's coat. She told me that she had the results of my brain MRI and she that … Continue reading Mandarins and MRI’s
Don’t Burst A Spleen About It
I bet you're wondering about my being hospitalized last week on Wednesday. My diagnosis was a mystery for 2 days and they put me in isolation. It was all sci-fi and stuff. I was almost like the girl in the bubble. Turned out to be an adverse reaction to chemo drug that included 103 fever … Continue reading Don’t Burst A Spleen About It