Tits Up

Memories of cancer come up unexpectedly lately. The big events are never hard to call up – big procedures, big news, big feels. But the little stuff hits randomly. There’s a long hall in the cancer center between the elevator and the blood cancer unit. On days I felt good, I would strut and check myself out in the windows. Cancer unlocked some strong vein … Continue reading Tits Up

Small, First World Success!

For those who didn’t read my previous posts (I can’t imagine why – I’m FASCINATING) I’m contending with a lot: recovering from chemotherapy, a broken tibia, a broken left hand/wrist, and a thoracotomy/lobectomy surgery. I’m forced into being a couch goblin, and the toll of all of this is showing itself ‘round the waistline and a few other choice places. Today, however, I received some … Continue reading Small, First World Success!

Classy, thy name is Stephanie

I’m at the cancer center for another follow-up visit. I’ve been on FMLA/disability, reviving from a major cancer-related surgery. I say that to say this – my physical appearance is low priority right now because everything is hard, everything hurts, everything is the worst. I grabbed a sweatshirt from the laundry and threw it on without looking. Mirrors are for the healthy. I’m in the … Continue reading Classy, thy name is Stephanie