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

Gooey

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