Mom reminded me this morning that a year ago was my last day of radiation, so today's officially my first anniversary of finishing treatment. Apparently I was more excited about chemo ending, since I did NOT have today in my own calendar. But it'll be nice to enjoy July without radiation burns in my armpit… Continue reading One Year Out
Tag: I’m a lucky sucker
We Do Not Lick the Chicken, Horatio – Episode Two
If you’ve been reading lately, I mentioned there are some...interesting...sights on my normal route to Hastings. If you haven’t been reading lately, no judgement (ok, not much judgement) and here you go, if you’d like to get caught up: https://jessicasettergren.com/2021/01/21/this-is-not-what-i-meant-horatio-episode-one/. So, maybe a mile and a half after the Blair Witch for stuffed animals tree… Continue reading We Do Not Lick the Chicken, Horatio – Episode Two
This is NOT What I Meant, Horatio: Episode One
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy." Hamlet, Act I, Scene V, 184-185, Shakespeare. The route I take out to Hastings, (the town in Minnesota, not the battle-of in Britain, just to be clear. Seems worth pointing out that I'm not a time traveler, and the… Continue reading This is NOT What I Meant, Horatio: Episode One
The End of the Red Devil and Other Random Events
A couple of weeks ago I had the last infusion of AC and last week I started my 12 weeks of Taxol. Doxorubicin (the A of the AC...don't ask me why, medical jargon makes zero sense to me most of the time) is the one often called the Red Devil, because it has dangerous side… Continue reading The End of the Red Devil and Other Random Events
Round 3 – Naps and Emergency Rooms and Where’s My Bubble.
I haven't been around much since the holidays. To be fair, I haven't been around much in real life, either. But since people are starting to ask, I thought I'd give an update (because honestly, I'm fucking tired and I don't respond to most calls or texts or messages with anything but "ok" right now).… Continue reading Round 3 – Naps and Emergency Rooms and Where’s My Bubble.
A Booby Prize
Wednesday was a day of doctors. I suppose I should be getting used to that, but so far I haven't. My surgical follow up was exactly as planned, except for getting a LOOK and a very snarky "and now you're sore, AREN'T YOU" comment from the surgeon for shoveling that morning. Yeah yeah. Lesson learned.… Continue reading A Booby Prize
Tiny Indignities: Brought to You by Frankenboob
First, thank you. To everyone who has been so damn supportive and kind (and patient!) please know I appreciate it all.Second, I'm ok. My awesome surgeon (who was VERY excited and happy in the pre-op room...something that I considered weird until I realized I WANT a surgeon who's passionate about his job) got it all.… Continue reading Tiny Indignities: Brought to You by Frankenboob
Ragnar the Destroyer*
*primarily of walls, yards, and carpetFor all things there is a season. A time to sow, a time to reap...A time to attempt to rip small furry rodents into small pieces, pick fights with the neighbor's German Shepherd, and a time to howl.Welcome to teenage doghood, where it's not the hormones that cause a pet… Continue reading Ragnar the Destroyer*
It’s a Mew Year
Not long ago I decided it's not fair that Ragnar steals all Angus's toys for the sweet sweet catnip high he finds inside. Puppies: utterly certain everything within their sniff or pee range is THEIRS, and damn anyone* else's prior claim.Also puppies: unaffected by catnip yet rudely ensure the cat can't get high out of… Continue reading It’s a Mew Year
Pets: Not for the Faint-Hearted
I've held a lot of this in for a year, and this is NOT a pleasant or easy read. It is not funny, and there is detail I'm not sorry about sharing but isn't fun. This is your warning.Today is the one year anniversary of Chewy's death.That's a kind way of saying it: a euphemism,… Continue reading Pets: Not for the Faint-Hearted
