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,
As you may already know, we have moved, and the tedium of transferring my life from one state to another has officially entered the doctor phase. You’d think I’d go for the oncologist first, but it’s not that easy for me. I’ve got other medical issues that have caused my body to go haywire besides… Read More Because Monday
Phil, over at The Phil Factor, asked me to write a guest post for him because he’s a little busy writing a book. Well, I like Phil, so I was happy to oblige. I don’t know how much Phil is going to like me after he reads my embarrassing childhood tale of woe. I won’t… Read More My Embarrassing Guest Post
I’m in pain tonight. It’s just a way of life now. It comes. It goes. It’s dull. It’s sharp. Like any headstrong toddler, the pain does what it does when it wants. I presume it’s a consequence of the year I spent on oral chemotherapy. The tumors in my leg are dead now, so I… Read More My Evening With A Glass Of Wine And A Blog Title Generator
Dear Adulthood, I’d like to inform you of my resignation, effective immediately. I know it’s customary for an employee to give at least two weeks notice, but I’m done. Spent. Like some day-old sourdough, I’m toast. You might as well slap some butter on me and sprinkle me with cinnamon sugar. Have you tried toast… Read More I Hereby Resign From Adulthood
Aside from a jacked up thyroid gland and a stomach that was sometimes a bit disagreeable, I was a fairly healthy individual before my desmoid tumor diagnosis in 2012. I had no clue what it was like to be seriously ill, nor how to deal the physical, emotional, and financial fallout that inevitably follows. That… Read More The ABC’s Of Sick Advice
I let my hunger get the best of me that day, tooling around town, five of us all packed into a Volkswagen Jetta like a tin of suburban sardines. I eyerolled my husband’s suggestion for lunch. I thought my eyeroll and I were safe, sitting in the backseat, staring at my feet, but Gigi must… Read More What Do You Want To Give Yourself To?