Turns out chemo Tuesdays ARE hard. I’m writing this in a Johnnie from Beverly Hospital where I was admitted last night after coming to the ER per my DF Dr’s recommendation. Last night sucked. A fever, shaking like a leaf chills, out of control nausea and a 103 temperature along with a really neat bright … Continue reading Crying & Inspiring
An Open Letter to My Boyfriend, My Teeniest Tiniest Group of Closest Friends, and My Immediate Family I’m sorry I got cancer. We all knew it was going to happen at some point since I’ve been saying it for years, but I didn’t think it was going to happen now?! I guess better to happen … Continue reading Letter
I put this song on Facebook last week. Amazing Grace is my favorite and coupled with the lyrics to Fight Song (even though this version is instrumental) is just so powerful. I’ve been thinking a lot about how we “fight” cancer… about the terms we use to describe how we intend to get rid of … Continue reading The Fight
I drove by a woman in a wheelchair smoking a butt on the side of the road and I judged her immediately. Not only did I judge her, but I banged on the window of the car and yelled (with the windows up), “You don’t have cancer, and I do? FUCK YOU!” So wrong of … Continue reading Through the Waves
That’s me. It’s not a googled image. It’s literally me. No, radiation doesn’t hurt. It’s her side effects that are a real bitch. And chemotherapy comes with his own bag of tricks that leave you feeling like… well, I’m not quite sure yet, but they told me what to expect and I’ll verify it all … Continue reading “Eyes up, Rise up.”
