We’ve all watched it, that iconic scene in A League of Their Own where Tom Hanks loses his shit, mouth stuffed to capacity with chewing tobacco. There’s no crying in baseball. THERE’S NO CRYING IN BASEBALL! And that’s how it goes for us sickies. Stiff upper lip and all. We are fighting a battle, of course. We’re… Read More There’s No Crying In Desmoids
When I was younger, a cherubic faced high school lass, I made the fateful decision to let my sister’s friend perm my hair. I believe the term that was bandied about was ‘body wave’ but let’s be real, it was a perm. I wanted full hair, wavy and luxurious hair, like I had just taken… Read More There Are No Bad Decisions
A million thanks for reading and commenting on my piece All Because I Got Sick, a raw and emotional post about the financial devastation brought upon my family by years of having to deal with my serious illness. A piece that took me three drafts, four slices of humble pie, and a bucket of tears… Read More Dear Commenter X,
I was gonna write a really uplifting post about how a great oncologist made me a better patient but then homeschool math and my period got in the way. Oh yeah, sorry fellas, earmuffs. I’m probably going to mention menstruation a few times in this one. You’ve been warned. Period. Ha. Did I make you… Read More Almost The Most Inspiring Blog Post In The History Of Forever
This will be my third attempt at writing this post. I’ve had two other drafts waiting for me to finish and edit, but neither of them felt right. That’s how it goes for me. That’s how I know I want to send one of my works out into the blogosphere. It feels right. For some… Read More All Because I Got Sick
There I was, plastic shopping basket resting in the crook of my arm, with nothing on my mind other than which chocolate bar I could purchase and then immediately consume. I was at the end of the aisle directly across from the customer service counter at my local Whole Foods. I was in introvert mode,… Read More Nice Doesn’t Live Here Anymore
Don’t panic or anything, but we’re all going to die. I’ve pretty much felt this way since that fateful night when I sobbed into my microwave popcorn and put my drunk ass to bed after finally accepting the Donald had won the presidency. Pondering our imminent deaths then was always more like comic relief for… Read More Nuclear Holocaust Bucket List
