Tag: dark humor

  • 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…

  • Healthy Enough to Be Slightly Killed

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    Healthy Enough to Be Slightly Killed 🌼 Date: Thursday, February 5, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Cautiously functional. 💗 Status: Cleared for controlled chaos. ☢️ Outlook: One last round—let’s do this. Today was my oncology check-in—the appointment where they decide if I’m healthy enough for my final round of chemotherapy next week. You know.The appointment where they…

  • Taco Tuesday, Minus the Tacos

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    Taco Tuesday, Minus the Tacos 🌼 Date: Tuesday, January 27, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Socially present. Physically irritated. 💔 Status: Chemo mouth is choosing violence. 🌞 Outlook: Doing what I can, eating what I can, and calling that a win. Last night was Taco Tuesday — our usual one — with Uncle Dan, Aunt Patti, Matt…

  • Unsupervised, Unstitched, and Wigless in Public

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    Unsupervised, Unstitched, and Wigless in Public 🌼 Date: Friday, January 9, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Determined. Unsupervised. Mildly unhinged. 💔 Status: Stitches ripped out. Dignity questionable. Adaptability undefeated. 🌞 Outlook: Calling plastics, wearing a pink wig, and laughing anyway. Yesterday ended with a plot twist no one asked for. After a day that included Christmas tree…

  • Fertigation, But Make It Personal

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    Fertigation, But Make It Personal 🌼 Date: Thursday, January 8, 2026 ⚡ Energy: Grateful, slightly stunned, and then immediately assaulted by dog poop. 💔 Status: Apparently people are reading this… and my blind puppy chose violence. 🌞 Outlook: Thankful for humans. Concerned about puppies. Still standing. Before I tell you about how my morning turned…

  • Powered by Jet Fuel and Spite

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    Powered by Jet Fuel and Spite 🌼 Date: Sunday, December 28, 2025 ⚡ Energy: Steroid-powered, mildly feral, unstoppable ❤️‍🩹 Status: Productive, bald, wig-curious, still breathing 💖 Outlook: Getting shit done now, fully expecting to crash later Today was Day 1 of steroids, which means my internal operating system rebooted without asking me and said, “We’re…

  • Wig First

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    Wig First 🌼 Date: Friday, December 26, 2025 ⚡ Energy: 🔋🔋 (used wisely, with laughter breaks) 💞Status: Wigged, prepared, medically efficient 😏Outlook: Spicy, realistic, and seeing the damn light Today we made it to the wig shop—and let me tell you, it was an adventure. Aunt Dee and Marnie came with us, which immediately guaranteed…

  • Uterine Uprising

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    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…

  • Chemo nausea? She’s rude. She’s unpredictable. She does not RSVP.

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    Chemo nausea? She’s rude. She’s unpredictable. She does not RSVP. 🌼 Date: Wednesday, December 17, 2025 ⚡ Energy: Low but functional 🤢 Status: Nauseous, mouth angry, still standing ✨ Outlook: One pretzel at a time Nausea update:This is not morning sickness. Morning sickness at least has the decency to show up on a schedule.Chemo nausea?She’s…

  • Reporting Live from Chemo Station 19

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    Reporting Live from Chemo Station 19 🌼 Date: Tuesday, December 09, 2025 ⚡ Energy: Wired, overwhelmed, and weirdly alert 💔 Status: Alive and officially infused 🌞 Outlook: Buckled in — let’s do this Chemo Day: The Great Storm This morning, we left the house with plenty of time for the 45-minute drive. But Mother Nature…