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Turn on the Lights

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I have a couple book reviews pending and an urban fantasy novel to finish, but I have something of a compulsion to write this post today. Maybe it's because in my neighborhood the wind over the melting snow has that raw, damp feel that makes it even colder. Maybe it's because true to November form,… Continue reading Turn on the Lights

We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming
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We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming

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Seems utterly appropriate that this mug looks poisoned and haunted. When I was about to start chemo last winter, one of my very best friends, Sarah, gave me a care package including a cancer hat (which I still have), a few lovely odds and ends, and this mug. Technically chemo ended on Star Wars Day… Continue reading We Now Return to Regularly Scheduled Programming

Schrodinger’s Frankenboob
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Schrodinger’s Frankenboob

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Today is the 1 year anniversary of the day the Fairview Breast Center called to diagnose me with a tiny malevolent boob invader. Friday I had my first mammogram since surgery, because Oncology scheduled it months ago and WHY NOT make it the same weekend I'll already have an abundance of feels? I walked into… Continue reading Schrodinger’s Frankenboob

But I Should Smile More
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But I Should Smile More

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It's been an angsty couple of weeks: turns out after you beat cancer doctors are EXTRA VIGILANT about everything, so I'm tired of imaging rooms and MRI tubes and everything is fine, but it's been moderately stressful. This is purely background information for today's post, which I warn you is regarding the "BUT WHY ARE… Continue reading But I Should Smile More

Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.
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Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.

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Apologies for the lack of posting...I'm not funny right now. I haven't been funny for a while, and some days I wonder if I ever will be again. But history repeats itself in terrible fashion trends ($20 for a hair scrunchie I hated in the 90's? Fuck. No.) and in depressive cycles, so eventually things… Continue reading Yeah yeah, it’s Greek to me, too.

But…Does this EVER work for them?
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But…Does this EVER work for them?

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Today is a bad day. So, I'm taking a moment to laugh about two horribly inept attempts at interacting I've received recently. Humans are fascinating creatures, you guys. Last month, two friends and my therapist (yes, I have a therapist. I had cancer: OF COURSE I have a therapist) talked me into trying online dating.… Continue reading But…Does this EVER work for them?

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This. Is. (not) SPARTA

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Yesterday I had a couple recovery milestones worth writing about. I had a "survivorship" appointment with oncology, and all my tests confirm I'm pretty much back to normal (in my case, I suppose abnormal is the correct word but we're talking physically, here, not mentally) other than fatigue/stamina. So other than seeing my oncologist every… Continue reading This. Is. (not) SPARTA

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Deja Vu Slalom

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If you've seen The Matrix (which sadly I can't assume anymore because it's now a movie old enough to drink legally and likely makes me out of touch with pop culture references), you'd say I had a glitch this morning. It's not the first time: I get deja vu regularly, and it's weird every time.… Continue reading Deja Vu Slalom

Vacation and Indignities
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Vacation and Indignities

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This isn't a real post...just a quick update because I haven't posted for a while. To be honest, I haven't had much that's terribly interesting to write about. The last two weeks have been a series of naps punctuated by lake time, inappropriate shopping, work, and surgery (in that order). I took an excellent socially… Continue reading Vacation and Indignities

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Thus Ends Frankenboob

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Today was my last day of radiation therapy. As promised, it was significantly easier than chemo, but I'm not normal either. Well, that's a stupid turn of phrase for me...I'm never normal. Um...it's not as easy as no treatment, let's go with that. The first 2.5 weeks were deceptively easy with only a weird reverse… Continue reading Thus Ends Frankenboob