TBT – I’m Ready To Be Over My Emotion Sickness

It’s no secret my life’s been tough. And yet I persist. I’ve known my purpose is of something greater than a mere mortal. This much I know is true. From birth to fucking 46. But here I am.

Here we are. All of us. On the brink of fuckity fuckered shit will rain down upon us when it’s said and done and neatly written about in our history books. Grab the umbrella kids, it’s going to get messier here.

Switching gears here…

I’ve got some fanfuckintastic news folks — There is NO evidence of metastatic cancer in my body, atm!!! Can I get a ‘fuck yeah’? Another scan in six months to follow up on a concerting spot, but all good. Thank you Daisy Hill Puppy Farm. For real. I just knew with the amount of pain I suffered daily, it must be cancer. That coupled with the fact I’ve not taken the recommended Tamoxifen for the past four and half years. I just have shitty ass bones. Luckily, I’ve just met with a pain management doctor, insurance review fuckers [ruled in my favor], a psychiatrist [both the TSD’s – Current and Past], a neurologist, dermatologist and ENT are rolling up soon and yaaaaaaaas a breast cancer/reconstruction plastic surgeon in the morning, Wednesday 4/15.

These 5 pound, poisoning my body, way too big fuckers will be coming out — Soon, I hope. It’s medically necessary at this point, the explant surgery that is. I’ll be speaking to her about the DIEP flap method as my stomach looks like a goddamned flying squirrel when viewed in the right angle. Seriously, so thrilled for this virtual-video appointment!!

And finally

A common question everyone is asking each other rn is ‘how are you coping’ and shit with isolation and shit. TBT, my life has not changed. Truly. I’ve been a Virtual Administrative Assistant for six years [diagnosed and worked thru cancer, like a rockstar] and this year my nine year old has been attending the NCVA – North Carolina Virtual Academy – enrolled in the 3rd grade. I shit you not, he is still in school. Well not this week, spring break. But, his education has’t been impacted due to Covid19. His books are home, his classes are video’ed. I’ve been utilizing the grocery store to go/pick up fucker for months now. I’m extremely lucky in these regards. This much I know as well.

We are working on pillows for comfort. If you have an old, beloved tshirt, send it my way – I’ll make ya a snazzy ass pillow.