Year two. Still standing. Still here. Back to my new normal so much, I only stopped and thought to myself a few times, “Wow. Just think where I was two years ago today.” Another notch in the belt. Dr. V and my research nurse were both horrified and laughing when I told them today was… Continue reading Deux.
It’s interesting the things we cling to, the things that stand out, and the things we can’t get rid of. In May 2013, I walked across a stage at the San Diego Convention Center and received my diploma for my masters degree. I’d worked so hard for that degree in particular. I plowed through my… Continue reading The Dress
I made a scary decision this week. OK, that’s being a little trivial. I’ve made far scarier decisions in the past 22 months, you know, like treatment plans and surgery decisions and writing out my will and my wishes for what I’d want if the worst happened. So yeah, nothing on that scale, by far.… Continue reading Cabo Hair, Part II
Sorry I’ve been MIA. No news is good news? Dr. V said at my last appointment there’s nothing much for him to do for me right now, in the best way possible. My labs are great, my side effects are what they are, my CTs are still mercifully clear, so I’m kind of boring right… Continue reading The Month of Kidney
“If they say Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone’s time runs out? If a moment is all we are We’re quicker, quicker Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do” – Linkin Park, “One More Light”… Continue reading Survivor’s Guilt
I have dreamed of writing this post for so long that I don’t even quite know what to say. You would think I would have put more thought into this, but I didn’t want to get too far ahead of myself. I was worried if I mentally wrote it, I’d jinx myself. Hope is a… Continue reading Survivor.
Well, it’s finally happened. My older daughter starts high school tomorrow. GAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!! She, the queen of self-sufficiency these days, asked me to help her dry her hair and put on her fake nails tonight. I was tempted to check her temperature. She spends more time on her hair and beauty routine these days than I do,… Continue reading Ch-ch-changes