Shit. I have heard that shit is the most functional word in the English language. Here’s a link to prove my point. And believe me, I’ve said it a lot in the past 10 months. When I got my cancer diagnosis, I was like…are you shitting me? During chemo, … Continue reading
“Ok, don’t move” It is at that exact moment that I am given the order by the radiologist that a sneeze with the strength of a hurricane comes over me. Oh, god, no. Please don’t make me have to start over. I don’t have to sneeze! It’s just a tickle…. … Continue reading
We did it!!!! We said Fuck You to the cancer-monster and kicked some ass. And….It’s GONE!!!!! My biopsies and tests came back as NED, which, in our lingo means “No Evidence of Disease”. I am just over the moon happy, even though it took a bit of time to actually … Continue reading
What if i got cancer? It was a question I asked myself from time to time as an adult, especially after Mom was diagnosed with lung cancer. What if the tests come back positive? What if the chemo doesn’t work? What if it’s spread? What if it comes back? What … Continue reading
This party has officially started. And at this writing, I am dancing with the devil. The Red Devil, that is, a potent chemotherapy drug that goes in red, comes out red . After a bag of that, I get pumped with Taxotere, another super-duper strong drug with known side effects … Continue reading