When I got cancer in 2020, I wasn’t laughing. But I got by with a “little” help from my friends. Little being–it takes a village and lots of cupcakes. But my cancer is your suffering; we all must go through it, so we might as well have fun together. We can laugh our way through the rough patches!
I wrote last week’s muse; all it needed was one final edit, and I could push publish. Only Hurricane Ida hit, and havoc ensued. And like the flood that had parts of our neighboring town sinking in river water, my muse got washed up. Call it what you will. Natural disaster. Freak accident. Act of… Continue reading The Washed-Up Muse–Flash Flood Warnings & The Brutal Truth!
A resounding theme with cancer survivors (not to say that if you had cancer, this is you), we’re all recovering control freaks, to some degree or another. One survivor said she used to do her son’s homework. Since her need for control was so over the top, I had nothing to worry about–that wasn’t my… Continue reading Damage Control
After a year of cancer treatment, laparoscopic surgery should have been a lap dance. They call it an oophorectomy just so I can use that word with you, oof! I’m tired and grumpy and missing my body parts. Yes, I gained back my fake boobs in the process, but they don’t feel like much of… Continue reading Oof! How Are You Doing?
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