Time away

I’ve been feeling nonverbal lately, so a trip to the country was perfect. And with tulip salad to boot.

tamoxifen and I are NOT the best of friends

Okay, minor suckage for the day - tamoxifen and I are just NOT the best of friends. I’ve bailed on it again, and now, 5 days later, I’m beginning to feel SOOO much better!

Benign is a marvelous word

It really really is.  Feel like I got my life handed back to me.  Love that.

A teensy bit scared

There’s this wonderful thread on breastcancer.org where you can do a “cancer sucks in this specific way” sort of post. A place to vent and rant. And rant people do, and you know what happens with rants after you really get into them? Funny, funny stories. Nothing like some dark humor [...]

After cancerland :)

from a friend in the UK, responding to me:
” ‘Picking up the pieces after cancer’ must be a very difficult thing to do (says me, who knows nothing) but you know what, it’s a wonderful thing to read. You are PICKING UP and it’s AFTER.

it’s all right, baby, it’s all right

realize that a year and two days ago your niece tried to tell you that you had cancer. before the mammogram people even called. before there was any way to “know.” ponder this. wonder how we know what we know,

Knock on wood :)

For various reasons here and there, I’ve had a brain MRI, two sinus C/T scans, and a chest C/T scan, all since December.  And the upshot?  ALL CLEAR.  No Evidence of Disease.  No brain mets, no lung mets, no liver mets, no bone mets.  So, nothing left to anxious imaginings - I know.  In cancerland, [...]

the, ahem, hair-do

BTW - I know I longed for hair when I was bald, I know I wished for it daily, but sheesh, I should have been more specific in my wishes. Ok, powers-that-be, here is the genie-specific wish:

6 months post-chemo

…and there are galanthus, hellibore and crocus. Need I say more? Oh, and it’s light after 5 pm. And dear friends gave me an old guitar (my first). And, and, and…

My support group women ROCK

Check out what one of the Portland Young Survivors Group women did. She writes,
“My Little Waiting room was started by a conversation between two friends about how we could improve access to medical care for families in our community. It is our vision to create a safe place [...]