Monthly Archives: May 2022

This Sunday we celebrated our seventeenth wedding anniversary. Well wishers wished us “seventeen more,” and such, on FB. Seventeen more?? Are they out of their fucking minds?

Perhaps the two Barium drinks I had earlier in the day were the reason for my spell. Me: (walking/passing gas) Son: (walking) What’s wrong with you! Do you think that is okay? You just walk around farting all day like … Continue reading →

Today I finished the last of my scans: my chest, abdomen and pelvis. I woke up early and got bloodwork for this week’s chemo and downed two disgusting bottles of Barium in 13 minutes while driving from one hospital to … Continue reading →

I realized today that the waiting area for anyone getting an MRI looks like a group of prisoners after intake. Each of us sitting in our faded grey robes that barely stay on, paper undies and blue gripped socks- staring … Continue reading →

For whatever reasons, my movements are irregular. There are times I can handle my business prior to work and times I must wait until afterwards. Most of the time it should happen before work, but I am always rushing and … Continue reading →

Today I found out that my brain remains clear. It’s been one year that I’ve been without my five brain mets. Mets must be a softer word for tumors since they’re in a very shitty territory. I think everywhere else … Continue reading →

The other week when I was at my chemo appointment, I asked my oncologist to write me a script to get a mammogram. Me: I need a script for a mammogram. Onc: Why? Me: It’s that time and I don’t … Continue reading →

Tonight was the second time I’ve eaten outdoors in a restaurant and the waiters were not masked. I guess I should say, since the mask ban is over and the decision is left to each person, I’ve eaten out twice. … Continue reading →

I’ve always been this way. When I was younger, if I were walking someplace and saw a rock to kick, I’d kick it. The moment I kicked it in a diagonal direction from where I was going… I would continue … Continue reading →

The other week I was at PT- aka WOT. I’m there because I cannot lift my right arm and I cannot bend to put on socks or shoes…I call it a waste of time because I am not one to … Continue reading →