This isn't a funny post (although I bet I'll have a few after I get the furballs moved, because the horde is understandably concerned about fAngus protest-pooping and Minerva eating their stuffed animals when we move). It's more of a reminder to myself. In my Pagan calendar, the period of time between Yule (12/21ish) and… Continue reading Planning in the Dark – an update of sorts
A year ago, on May 4th, I sat for my last chemo infusion. In the middle of the pandemic lockdown, bald, eyelashless, and really tired of being really tired I went to chemo alone. 16th Voluntary Poisoning (Eyelashless, by the way, is honestly way weirder than being bald because I looked like my human-skin-suit was… Continue reading Star Wars, Frankenboob, and Anniversaries
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
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
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
A couple of days ago, I was hanging out with my brothers and sisters and some other dogs, when my super favorite human, Angie, introduced me to an obnoxiously HUGE dog and some weird tall lady. I was pretty nervous: I've only been alive for 11 weeks, and that dog was big and scary looking,… Continue reading My Name is Minerva. This House is Mine.
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
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
Not my last port stick, but last time I'm hooked up to an IV tower. Yes, we all wear masks the whole time, now. Check out my total lack of eyelashes! Disclaimer: I didn't sleep until 5am today (3 whopping hours WOO) because I'm out of sleep aids for the steroid chemo day insomnia. This… Continue reading Yes, I’m Tired of Cancer Updates Too.
Nuke it from orbit. It's the only way to be sure.