Breast Cancer-But Doctor I Hate Pink

Well, where did you stand? Did you guess "yes, she'd do it?" Or "no, she wouldn't?" Oh come on, you people know me better than that.  Of course I'm going with the latest and greatest in technical advances - I am one who got her iPhone 1-5 on the first days available, after all.  (And,...

My last oncologist appointment was interesting.  We were discussing how difficult Gemzar is for me and how my blood doesn't seem to recover anymore.   My doctor stood up and said, "I'm going to make a phone call about you" and left the room. I was left wondering who he was going to call about...

I was given a book to review, called "My Parent Has Cancer And It Really Sucks."  I skipped through the book and found it quite good, clearly written for young teens in their voice, and one I recommend you give to your older child if you are diagnosed.  They will learn that their feelings...

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Dear Sir, I was on my way to chemo today, enjoying the warm weather.  I was behind your red SUV-type car, couldn't see the name of it, but it was awfully cute.  I mused on my own car - 13 years old and falling apart but who would buy a new car now i...

Sugarwish When I was a kid, my life revolved around candy.  I bet yours did too.  Remember when you were a child and you thought the only purpose to being a grown-up was to be able to eat as much candy as you wanted, any time you wanted it? Â...

Boys and Girls, in the last episode of Breast Cancer?  But Doctor, I Hate Pink, I told you good news and bad news. The good news was that my last scan showed a 50% reduction in tumor burden, holding off the inevitable for a time.  The bad news was ...

My husband said, "Did you know it's been a month since your last blog post?"  Nag nag.  But no, I hadn't realized that - time flies when you are having fun. I also have a very sweet post started for you but until then, you'll have to take this even sweeter news: I just had a...

Do you remember those toys you had as a kid, those Clown Blow-Up Punching Bags?  We called them "boppers" and in my circle, every kid had one.  They were as tall as your five year old self and were good for releasing aggression.   You'd fill the bottom with sand, blow it up and...