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
“She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.” – Proverbs 31:25 (NLT) Welp. Tomorrow is Annual Birthed a Kidney Day. June 8 feels rather traumatic to me. First of all, I’ll admit it. I thought I was a big ole wimp. The idea then of going through this… Continue reading Free Bird
un. one in my ancestors’ tongue. un-raveling. un-nerving. un ans. one year. i did it. i made it.
My one year mark is approaching very quickly. Next week, as a matter of fact. I’ve been all over the place emotionally. I’m grateful, of course. Over 25 percent of metastatic kidney cancer patients don’t even make it this far. So you know, my perception of gratitude is skewed these days. But there’s been a lot… Continue reading Cancer is Hell
I am an impatient person. Alright, those of you who know me in real life can stop laughing now. I know I’m stating the obvious, but the more this cancer thing lingers on, the more apparent it is to me that I am (1) incredibly stubborn and (2) incredibly impatient. It’s been a little under… Continue reading One Spoon at a Time (or why I sometimes look fine but feel awful)
“Bright light city gonna set my soul/Gonna set my soul on fire.” – Elvis Presley, “Viva Las Vegas” I’ll let you in on a little secret. OK, it’s not really a secret. I really, honest-to-goodness love living in Las Vegas. I find most people either love or hate living here; there doesn’t seem to be… Continue reading Lady Luck
I was 19 when I became a mother. I didn’t have a child grow in my belly under my heart though. I didn’t endure a difficult labor and delivery. I didn’t hold a newborn, breathing in his or her sweet powdery scent as I rocked the baby to sleep. No, I met my daughters when… Continue reading The Air I Breathe