Mange has struck crisis levels, kids. It’s time for action.
There isn’t much on this horrid breast cancer journey that I get to take control of, but this is one little thing I can.
Here’s to being ‘Master of my hair(loss) Domain’!
Month: February 2015
Kid Stuff
Children are pretty perceptive little things, with in-built radars constantly tuned in to the goings on around them. Even slight deviations away from their usual experience of the world are enough to pique their curiosity.
So it was last year on the day of my cancer diagnosis, that without a word of explanation, each of my children knew ‘something was up’.
The Not-So-Perfect Way To Start A Thursday
I know I shouldn’t have done it…
…but I did it.
Cue: shaky-worried-face & big fat sobs
This morning I looked up the survival stats of women with my grade and stage of breast cancer.
Yup.
A Few Of My Favourite Things
Things can get a bit rough at times. Not just for me, for all of us.
What brings you happiness when the world rears its ugly side?
Being sick and going through chemotherapy treatment is tough, but whenever I’m feeling low, I channel my inner Julie Andrews and think of all my favourite things. Here is a little snapshot I want to share with you of some of the things that have brought me joy these past few weeks; little things that keep me smiling and feeling thankful every day…
Chemo Comes and Chemo Goes
Chemo is such a mental game.
Don’t get me wrong, the physical side effects of putting cytotoxic drugs into your bloodstream aren’t pretty, but the tougher game is in the brain.
The first time I went in for treatment, I was a great big ball of nerves. In the weeks prior, I had armed myself with as much information about chemotherapy as I could muster. I had lists upon lists of the potential side effects, and was absolutely convinced I was going to experience everything from hot flushes to heart failure.
Phantom Nipples
My nipples might be missing in action these days, but I will let you in on a secret peeps (‘coz you know, we’re totes close and BFFs share stuff like this): my brain still thinks they’re there.
WHAT. THE.
YUH HUH.
Tonight’s fun discussion topic, for all you playing at home, is phantom nipples, just because I will bet 20 cents not one of you has ever had an inkling of a thought about them, let alone read a whole blog post dedicated to their existence.
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