The Wizard of Oz is about as American as apple pie, the fireworks, and the 4th of July (nice segue, right?). And after last week’s post, what I miss most about chemo, I bet you thought chemo brain and the great love that surrounded me’s a thing of the past–no worries on that front. It’s… Continue reading The Truth Behind The Wizard of Oz–It’s Not What You Think
I always thought there’s a giant stadium (the Spectrum) in my Dad’s head. Of course, not everyone could be the player or the coach, but we all made up the different parts of the game. Yes, we had the x’s and the o’s, but there were the salespeople, sportswriters, photographers, fans, janitors, and oh how… Continue reading What Our Father Figures Taught Us About Life
Sometimes life is hard, and when you’re excited, it’s going to get easy; it gets worse. Just like that. So Dad sends me a video of a girl who has a 2% chance of surviving cancer. She wrote a song, “It’s Okay,” and performed it on ‘America’s Got Talent.’ If the song wasn’t emotional enough,… Continue reading Can “I Believe” Too?
I’m getting so frustrated re-remembering all that I forgot and reinventing myself. I forget that I had a trip to the underworld, and my brains, body, and emotions have had a run-in with Hades to prove it. I’ve forgotten so much; where do I begin? I try to remember the chemo boards, the photos, the… Continue reading So You Never Forget You’ve Got A Friend
Mom always loved the rain. As a kid, her Dad would open the garage, and the two of them would sit and watch it rain. She did the same thing as an adult (well, not in the garage). Sometimes she’d even go outside and walk around the driveway and pick weeds. So she had a… Continue reading United Forever
We’ve thrown this pity-party year to the birds already, so let’s call it a loss. RIP 2020. Yet, it happens to be the rookie year that I found myself. So let’s not be so quick to give it the Big Bird. Since we missed my one-year blogiversary (November 26), we might as well muse on… Continue reading My A-muse-ing Rookie Year
Do you wonder how I’m handling this whole cancer thing and staying so uplifting when the world’s so broken? I mean, seriously? Haven’t I been slapped in the face enough just like everybody else? And then Christmas rolled around. How exactly does a wiped-out chemo patient stay merry and bright? I did what I do… Continue reading From Worrier To Warrior–Christmas Magic
Wreckage is on my mind lately. You know how the hymn goes: “Amazing grace how sweet the sound That saved a wreck like me.” Chemo left me a train wreck, which reminds me of a sick joke that I’d tell as a kid. I’d laugh so hard I couldn’t get out the punch line. I… Continue reading Amazing Grace
What happens after a 35,000-foot high romance? Though I’d like to cut straight to the terrific part and toast Alex on his birthday, all things terror is on my mind lately (chemo starts Wednesday). It got me to wonder, though, how could terror and terrific be such opposites? Turns out terrific used to have a… Continue reading A Terrorific Toast To A Greek Honeymoon Nothing
I dreamt up Skylar long before we first met her sixteen years ago. Just a kid myself, I’d turn to the sky and wish upon a star. Starlight star bright first star I see tonight, I wish I may; I wish I might have this wish I wish tonight–to be a singer someday. And as… Continue reading Sky’s Sweet 16 Wishes That Already Came True
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