Uterine Uprising

🌼 Date: Thursday, December 18, 2025

⚡ Energy: Low

💔 Status: Alive, betrayed by my uterus

🌞Outlook: Sarcastically optimistic

I was told chemo would shove me straight into menopause.
Apparently, my body did not get that memo.

Instead, it chose “’Tis the season of giving” and went full Harry & David gift basket on me.

Not a polite period.
Not a familiar one.
A full-blown, go-big-or-go-home, Day-family-motto-approved uterine uprising.

Today’s symptoms include:

Nausea (explained retroactively)
A headache that could qualify as a side hustle
Cramps so intense I am genuinely questioning whether my uterus is trying to evict something

I am not having cramps.
I am having contractions.

Picture Alien.
Picture Sigourney Weaver.
Now imagine me, in pajamas, timing them and doing the “he, he, ha” breathing because muscle memory is apparently undefeated.

Add a heating pad glued to my abdomen and me curled up in the fetal position, and voilà — festive.

Sleep: The Remix No One Asked For

Let’s talk about sleep, or whatever this current situation is pretending to be.

Between the steroids and the Granix shots, I’ve officially named this phase “The 40-Hour Uppers.”

My new pattern:

Stay awake for 40 hours straight
Crash for 10 hours
Followed by 2–5 hours a night for a couple days
Rinse. Repeat.
I’ve completed three full all-nighter cycles so far

This might’ve been cute in my 20s.
In my 50s? Hard pass.

And yet… I’m productive.
Dangerously productive.

Which is how One Badass Day at a Time was born.
Apparently, insomnia + steroids + cancer = website launch energy.

Somewhere in all of this chaos, my soul is being held together by my Christmas playlist — a 29-hour, 8-minute labor of love that Casey lovingly roasts me for every year. Music has always been how I survive — from sitting in the car until a song finishes, to playlists for every mood and moment — because it feeds my soul the way hormones once fed my body… only this time, it’s actually saving me.

Gratitude

(Because We’re Still Doing That)

Even though I feel like my guts are wearing themselves on the outside today:

✨ All Christmas shopping is done (online of course)
✨ All gifts are wrapped (as they arrived — unheard of behavior)
✨ No 2 a.m. wrapping frenzy this year
✨ And last night, I took a cute photo in my red “hello, Santa’s helper” pajamas by the tree, placing gifts underneath it with true OCD-approved spacing

So yes, my body is currently unhinged —
but my living room is immaculate.

I’ll take the win.
Status: Still Alive. Still standing. Still not accepting unsolicited uterine opinions.

💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time

Uterine Uprising