Well, the girlie girl, squeemish, cowardly side of me wanted to go into full scale meltdown when H called me into the master bath to witness our first official invading scorpion.  We’d found one in our pool a few years ago, and I recently saw one in the garage, but this was IN OUR HOUSE! …

Santa Barbara…’twas an adventure.  I was more than a little anxious about venturing out into the real world after so many months of seclusion, but to my surprise, apparently I didn’t look any different than anyone else at the conference.  Somehow I thought that anyone and everyone who looked at me would KNOW.  Just know…what…

It may be just a tad premature to celebrate HAIR, but I can now actually see the growth without magnification and feel the fuzzy wuzzy when I rub my head.  I try to celebrate the growth without obsessing on how SLOWLY it is growing.  But it’s hard, especially when you do the math.  Let’s say…

Springtime in the rockies could also be called PERFECTION.  The sky is azure blue, the air is crisp and clean, the wild life is abundant and active, and the wild flowers are a frenzy of chaotic color. This view is from one of our decks…and does not begin to capture the magical awareness I feel…

P.S.  Roxie wanted to say thanks, too.  Her favorite thing in the world is to feel the wind in her blonde hair, too, just like her mom!  May. 28, 2013 0 2 Comments

It was a glorious long weekend for me.  The first in a long, long time.  We took the dogs out to Lake Pleasant and “camped” on the boat.  I put the word in quotes because our boat is far too comfortable and well appointed to qualify as camping as I used to know it.  You…

At the risk of sounding totally redundant yet again about milestones, today marked the 9th herceptin infusion.  That’s 9 out of 17 treatments, so I am officially over the halfway mark to DONE, as in stick a fork in it DONE!  As in, the fat lady is gonna sing DONE! Finally, after a year, it…

Yesterday I hit yet another milestone – the end of RAY-DIATION!  As a traditional signal of this grand finale at the Mayo, I was led back to the waiting area and encouraged to hit the cowbell three times, with my ray-diation nurses looking proudly on.  I have heard that bell ring many times in the…

As a reluctant card-carrying member of the Glow Club, I am happy to report that today starts the final four mega boosts of my ray-diation.  My burnt, rash-riddled left breast is giving thanks, as am I.  I am so grateful to be on the downslope of treatment, close to the finish line and certainly past…

TGIF, everyone!  I haven’t appreciated weekends so much since I was a kid.  Back then, weekends signaled time off from school and chores, a time to find amusement in riding bikes, climbing trees and swinging on swings. Ahhh. Fond memories. Now weekends are a respite from the rays of ray-diation.   As an adult, weekends became…