photo: cong-rats! (by the nurse when she changed my PICC dressing for the final time), PMH, may 2021 I had a happy collision with a major milestone three-weeks ago on May 18 – my final chemotherapy infusion. I was meant to be done on March 31 on my dose-dense treatment plan, but that was before we learned that I had a sensitivity to Paclitaxel (aka … Continue reading brave. not brave. (or CONG-RATS!)
photo: siena, italy, july 2007 I try not to come here solely to whine, but I fear I’m a bit whiney today. I sometimes avoid writing here because I don’t want to constantly be a downer, but you know what? This shit is hard. I do feel pretty low at times, but that does not mean that I’m not going to be ok. I don’t … Continue reading side-effects are bitchy-bitches
photo: supermoon, march 11, 2019 I’m not really a conformist. I was born and raised in a conservative province, and in a conservative household. From a fairly early age, I realized that I held some deeply different views and opinions and politics than most everyone around me. I was an unusual product coming out of my environment. How I became such a leftist, I’ll never … Continue reading the argument against the unusual
I Forgot My Mittens 