Despite really wanting to keep up with blogging, I’ve not been writing as much as I’d like. I could say I’m busy, I could say it’s too hard on me emotionally, but really it’s because I’ve not had a lot to say and I’m a bit lazy. Something came up yesterday, though, that I’ve been… Continue reading The best is the worst
I’ve been avoiding resolutions quite a lot in the past several years. I may have written about it, and I may have made some or made some under a clever new word like “intentions” or something like that. The truth is, resolutions never really sat well with me. Because of what my brain likes to… Continue reading Resolutions
My journeys with the wound vacuum have been, at times, more than I could handle. To all of the lovelies who say I’ve been handling all of this cancer business with grace, I say you probably never saw me with my wound vac and you certainly never saw me on a bad day with it.… Continue reading Again
I’m a member in a few private groups on Facebook, and they are wonderful for me. My cancer ones are great because I can write things that no one I know will ever see. I am lucky to be part of a self care sharing group in which I know some of the members but… Continue reading Amazing advice
When my doctor asked me when I thought I could do my next mastectomy surgery I told him that I was good to go as soon as he was. I was beyond anxious to be done, as I know I’ve said before. But now, as my date moves closer, I’m becoming worried in a way… Continue reading Head vs. heart
So, I finally did it. I attended my first event, in this case a party for Husband’s work, in which I didn’t know the people and I only had one breast. I had some anxiety going in, but I put on my absolute favorite “you can’t entirely tell I’m a uniboob” shirt, took a deep… Continue reading Look here!
Yesterday, Husband, (to a lesser extent) Daughter, and I did some serious work in making her bedroom more grown up, more tween-ish, as well as simply more comfortable. She had a high loft bed with a desk and book shelves underneath which served her well for two years, but she was not hitting her head… Continue reading I got my wish