Bra shopping…I'd want to be doing anything else but this--and that includes trimming the poopie clusters from my long-haired German Shepherd's back end.

Brain abnormalities? No thanks… I would have preferred a new car, a new stove, a make-over…anything else please.

Learn I have Stage 3 cancer and rally. Learn my hair is gone for good, and lose my shit completely.

Cry? I’d rather do the back stroke in a vat of razor blades and then roll around in some salt and pepper.

Just a little advice from me to you…

The landscape of life after cancer treatments—alien and desolate at times.

Signing out from Chemo Bay 01, Chair 2.

Cancer free (but we’re not done here yet!)

There is a light at the end of the tunnel…but it may be ME, glowing brightly in green florescence.

This blog is about nakedness and boobies. Since I’m not going to show you any of that, here’s me in a velour cat hat.

Chemo over. Next up…surgery and radiation.

Do you laugh at 4th-grade-boy-type jokes about farts? Fascinated by juicy details about bodily functions gone awry? Read on.

On the bright side…I’m saving a ton on hair products.

This week, for maybe the first time (and probably not the last I would imagine), I've really felt a sense of loss and limitation related to this cancer thing.

I would imagine if OCD, Anxiety, and Cancer were having a tea party, it might look something like…