Week 12 A.D. You know what I miss? Bending over. Dressing myself. Washing myself. Sitting up without a “boost”. Doing my own my hair. Sleeping in my bed. Walking further than a few houses. Being able to “go”—yes, I mean #2. But you know what I won’t miss? Cancer. This shitty part is only temporary.… Continue reading Hope & Strength Win
Week 11 A.D. I woke up throughout the night/early Saturday morning, from Zach dispensing my drugs just as nurses would have if I had stayed in the hospital. I had no idea what I was taking but I trusted him fully. By the time the sun was up, I recalled him meddling with tubes and… Continue reading Peace Out Cancer
Friday, January 30, 2026 was the day my breasts were amputated. Bilateral mastectomy is the technical term, or DMX, not to be confused with the 90s/Y2K rapper. I refer it as an amputation because it is—two very distinctive female body parts were surgically removed and replaced with prosthetics. I wish society and the medical field… Continue reading A long day in surgery.
Weeks 9 & 10 A.D. Monday was MLK Day. My middle kid, Emma, has been very active in finding some volunteer activity to do in honor of Dr. King’s legacy to make it a “day on, not a day off” by giving back to the community. Given my upcoming surgery, I wasn’t comfortable going to… Continue reading I am humbled. Deeply, deeply humbled.
Week 8 A.D. Monday was MRI DAY. It was also the day before Jillian’s sixteenth birthday. I always decorate the kitchen for the kids the night before their birthday, so they can feel like they woke up to a birthday party, but I had to go a little extra this year. It was her Sweet… Continue reading MRI Bangers
Midlife Mamacita 