Tag: cancer journey

  • Flat, Floppy & Keeping It Real

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    Flat, Floppy & Keeping It Real 🌼 Date: Friday, March 13, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Improving… slightly less cranky ❣️ Status: Pancake boob era 😉 Outlook: Healing, patience, and radical honesty Today I’m happy to report that my pectoral muscle has started calming down a bit after Wednesday’s Deflate Gate Olympics. I can move a little…

  • Retrogression: When Your Boob Goes Back in Time

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    Retrogression: When Your Boob Goes Back in Time 🌼 Date: Thursday, March 12, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Low and slightly cranky 💔 Status: One angry pectoral muscle 😐 Outlook: Temporary setback… but still moving forward Well… remember yesterday’s little adventure known as Deflate Gate? Yeah. Apparently, my body would like to file a formal complaint. Today…

  • Deflate Gate, CPR Boobs & Operation: Tiny Dog – The Interview

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    Deflate Gate, CPR Boobs & Operation: Tiny Dog – The Interview 🌼 Date: Wednesday, March 11, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Slightly lopsided but still hopeful ❤️ Status: Officially a member of the Uni-Boob Club 😘 Outlook: Healing, patience… and possibly a road trip to Seattle Today was the long-awaited plastics appointment for Deflate Gate. 😢 For…

  • Snow Globe Skin & the Great Moisture Hunt

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    Snow Globe Skin & the Great Moisture Hunt 🌼 Date: Saturday, March 7 & Sunday, March 8, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Slightly crusty, slightly brilliant 💓 Status: Flaky but functioning 🧐 Outlook: Moisture is out there somewhere… and I will find it This weekend we’re talking about something no one warns you about with chemo… and…

  • Humble Pie & Physical Therapy

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    Humble Pie & Physical Therapy 🌼 Date: Wednesday, February 25, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Fragile but Showing Up ❤️‍🩹 Status: Humbled, Healing, and Rebuilding 😔 Outlook: Strength Is Coming Back — Even If It Doesn’t Feel Like It Yet Today was physical therapy. Confession: I have not been doing my exercises. Not because I’m rebellious. Not…

  • Borrowed Balance & Mexican Food

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    Borrowed Balance & Mexican Food 🌼 Date: Friday, February 20, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Low Battery, Minimal Output ❤️‍🩹 Status: Still Wobbly, Still Healing 😔 Outlook: Borrowing Strength Until Mine Comes Back Nothing big happened today. No appointments.No milestones.No dramatic wins. Just healing. Casey convinced me to go out for Mexican food tonight. And by “convinced,”…

  • Taco Tuesday & The Final Chemo Fiesta

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    Taco Tuesday & The Final Chemo Fiesta 🌼 Date: Tuesday, February 10, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Artificially Enhanced (Thank You, Steroids)💗 Status: Pink Princess on Parade 🥳 Outlook: Celebrating the Win Before the Crash The day after chemo is a strange place to exist. Technically, poison is coursing through your veins… but thanks to steroids, you…

  • Breaking Up with the Vampires

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    Breaking Up with the Vampires 🌼 Date: Saturday, February 7, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Thin… but still holding. 💗 Status: Drained, tested, and somehow still standing. 🧪 Outlook: Cleared for the final stretch. Today I paid my final visit to the vampires at the lab. In order for the pharmacists to prepare the correct cocktail of…

  • Healing Days and Pink-Bow Joy

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    Healing Days and Pink-Bow Joy 🌼 Date: Wednesday, February 4, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Low… but learning to respect it. 💗 Status: Healing, resting, and unexpectedly spoiled. 🌸 Outlook: Sometimes the smallest surprises mean the most. Today was another low-energy day. At this point, I think we should stop calling them low-energy and start calling them…

  • Umbrellas, Princess Paws, and the Gift of Boring

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    Umbrellas, Princess Paws, and the Gift of Boring 🌼 Date: Thursday, January 29, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Low, conserved, intentionally spent. 💗 Status: Rainy day. Full heart. Very small victories. 🌤️ Outlook: Turns out “boring” is a luxury. Today was one of those days where not much happened—and honestly? That felt like a gift. I spent…