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
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
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.
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
I'm on a break between the end of chemo and the beginning of radiation, other than a quick and painless CT scan and pillow mold I did last week. I still have some yew-poisoning side effects: the tinglies in my fingers and toes isn't completely gone, I'm easily worn out, and my finger and toe… Continue reading Random Update
Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.
Today's post is not fun, and you should probably stop before my whining really begins. I'll have a better one next time...I have some ideas for upcoming posts. This isn't easy. I'm tired, and sad, and just fucking done. Cancer is a marathon, and for most of it I've been pretty isolated, even before my… Continue reading Not Pretending
Angus has fully embraced this new routine. I went back to work this week, after three months on short-term disability for chemo. So far, work hasn't made it any easier to track what day it is, but my office mates seem to be wholly unbothered by the change in our nap routines. Ragnar is having… Continue reading I Think it’s Wednesday?
When I started this blog and called it "Escape on a Page" I intended to keep my writing life separate from my weird random blogging life. Yep, I recognize that was pretty stupid for me. Hey, if you can do it I'm envious of your organization and compartmentalization skills. I suck at compartmentalizing, and honestly… Continue reading Raising The Freak Flag
Yesterday I had my second round of treatment for the two drug cocktail. For people keeping score, I'm now 1/2 way through the first 4 cycles. I'll have an additional 12 of a different drug after these are done. I am tolerating it ok as long as I stay on top of my nausea-med schedule… Continue reading Chemo is an Interesting Monster – Round 2