June 2012
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About Mom
So I was watching VH1 Top artists (yes, my brain is on idle) and it made me think of my mom.
My mom was into concerts. Big, crazy rock concerts. Well into her 60s. About the same age as Mick Jagger - she saw the Stones numerous times. She’d leave early, to beat the crowds, but boy did she love Mick.
As one of her friends said in a card to me, she was one of a kind.
ashessehsa asked: I know I can't 100% relate to everything that you're going through, but I know what it's like to be in and out of the hospital. Right now I'm living with a temporary ileostomy, and it SUCKS. There definitely is no humor to be found, but I've named my stoma because someone told me it would help me adjust better. That was a lie. The only good about it is that it's...
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Fatty Fatty - wha?
Nutritionists either bore me or freak me out, in my personal experience. This one freaked me out.
Apparently, I need to eat more.
Now, if you are reading this blog chances are good that I weigh a lot more than you. Except the Badger, who is a reassuring 6’7”. I’ve always been substantial. Never, ever have I been told to eat more. The irony is, I’m too tired to cook...
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ouch! Hitting the wall.
I feel like I’m at mile 20 of 26 here. I’m tired of being sick and tired, tired of carrying around my bodily functions externally, tired of drawing in eyebrows. So, things have been a bit hard lately. And my chemo brain won’t let me remember the fabulously funny anecdotes I meant to write here. Ouch!
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Chem-ho
Trying to catch up here…
So, I’m fortunate enough to have supportive family and friends who can accompany me to and from chemo. One happens to be my ex-husband, with whom I remain on friendly terms (how’s that for grammar!) So two sessions ago, one of the lovely chemo nurses (they’re all fabulous, believe me) pops into my chemo cube, looks at my ex and says “My,...
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PTSD WTF!
Last night I had screaming flashbacks of the past year and a half. It started with my ICU stay and went back to radiation, forward to the mean nurses at NYU, all over. I was convinced I was still in hospital, then just freaking out. Poor Badger had to talk me down, and I still had to stay up and do puzzles to calm down.
Scary.
Tonight I just can’t sle ep. Cryptograms, here I come.
