Are you happy?

Are you happy? It is a tough question, isn’t it? It sounds like it should be simple, like a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ should roll off the tongue with barely any thought, but doesn’t. We end up paused in what amounts to useless thought, goaded by impromptu panic at the thought that we have paused to think about a question that… Continue reading

The magic of Stouffer’s lasagna

I am still fascinated by my post cancer treatment see-saw life. This past week I had another of my yuck spells. They come on suddenly, lately for no apparent reason, and are rife with erratic sleep and achy mornings (actually entire days).  Nausea becomes my constant companion, as does ginger-ale and Starlight Mints. Vigilance, resignation and routine get me through… Continue reading

No guts, no glory

The worst thing about breast cancer treatment is the aftermath. I think I’m fine, getting back to some semblance of normalcy, and then suddenly I’m off balance again. At first it’s a small bobble, the warning shot over the bow, and then my vessel starts to take on water. No amount of bailing seems to help as some unseen force… Continue reading

Sweet sweat

I love to sweat. I don’t know why, but there is something about being drenched in sweat after a good workout that is really satisfying to me. I imagine my body, every gland on full open, flushing out toxins I didn’t even know I had. Then, after an appropriate cool down period, I dunk myself in the pool and let… Continue reading


Gooey. What a great word. The way it feels inside my mouth, puckering as if to kiss itself and then thinking better of it. Not to mention the images it conjures up. Keebler elves pulling apart fresh-from-the-oven chocolate chip cookies, a cloud of chocolaty steam rising from the molten chips to meet their little noses. Salt water taffy, the long… Continue reading

Cattle prods and string cheese

Throughout my breast cancer adventure, I have been asked the question, ‘am I in pain.’ My answer, until now, has always been a resounding ‘no’. My cancer was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant diagnostic tests. My chemo was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant side effects.… Continue reading

Bee stings and dinosaurs

Another glorious day in sunny Florida. I had a fabulous day, pre-planned to be exceptional since it is my last day of unfettered movement for the next ten days. Tomorrow is debreastation day, so what better way to go into surgery than with a happy heart and a smile on my face. The delightful gals in nuclear medicine over at… Continue reading