More often than not, the day starts one way and ends another. I was hoping to get more time in to see people. But then I somehow forgot my kid’s birthday. Double-booked a few friends. Or just ended up not…
Read more →The weekend felt like the last of something. Being normal. Not being pumped full of drugs. There was one night where I just couldn’t settle my mind down. I worried about all the work I wanted to get to. The…
Read more →First things first… If you want to help… You can join this Facebook group. I won’t be in it, but I’ve been assured it’s not there for you to talk shit. 😉 This way, I can filter info through a…
Read more →I’m no stranger to depression and anxiety; it’s been a battle the majority of my life. I’ve written about it quite a bit in the past. It’s funny to now be in a position where I am desperate to live…
Read more →My first “oncology infusion” is a week from Friday. It gives me a little bit more time to heal from the incisions and vaccinations. The oncologist’s nurse ordered the medications I’ll need to take – a steroid that I’ll need…
Read more →Lots of information today & made one of the many decisions. We made it to Rochester by 9, I was asleep not long after. First appointment was at 8 with the Mayo oncologist, a lovely Irish woman! We joked that…
Read more →For some reason, when I think of “pain,” I sing Bowe. But pain sucks a lot more than Bowie. These incisions are ITCHY, and it feels like I’m ripping them open when I move. After a whole weekend of this,…
Read more →It’s been a rough few days of recovery. The nurse even told me I have a high pain tolerance and yet I was knocked on my ass for two days. I’m surprised they don’t give you pain meds. They tell…
Read more →The &TLDR version is that the port is in, and Laura is recovering well! For those of you who enjoy reading the story version, we were up before six am (after being up way too late laughing at Zillow Goes…
Read more →Linds and I drove back home this afternoon from Mayo. The drive wasn’t too bad but I’m already annoyed with it. A stupid thing to complain about when I’ve got Mayo within driving distance. I spent most of my youth…
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