Breast Cancer
2010 Cancerpalooza Extravaganza
So much fun, you’ll want cancer too. Cancer sucks. Cancer the second time sucks a lot worse. What’s a girl to do? She throws parties, glams like a movie star, treats the kids to endless fun, and suffers through the horror with life-affirming verve and snarky indignance at the nasty disease. She makes it … Continue reading
Cancerpalooza Epilogue
. That final post sat on my hard drive for a month in a mangled draft form. It was so hard to find the capacity to give this blog any attention this winter. I burned several years worth of creative energy last year. But for the sake of closure, I need to wrap it up … Continue reading
Week #24: ‘By any detectable means…’ the Final Battle.
. Trish’s skin smells a little strange from the super, anti-bacterial soap they made her use. She sleeps quietly next to me. I’m awake ahead of the alarm, waiting for 6am to come. It’s dark. The dog rustles from sleep and licks my face with a cold nose and wagging tail. To Monty it’s just … Continue reading
Weeks 23-25: Special TRIPLE issue! With more boobies! And the Mid-Atlantic sucks!
. One of the things that makes our travel blog special is we do it daily when on the road. We go to great lengths to find internet access, fight the latency, get a picture uploaded (like the one from Jerusalem, left,) and eeek out a post under dying battery power every 24 hours of travel. … Continue reading
Cancer Week #22: Taking out a contract on her tit, and the big 101st surprise!
. It’s a tale as old as the hills. You love something. But it tries to murder you. So you kill it. That’s our love story with Trish’s left boob. It’s sad, but true. When I met that boob, it was so tiny. Really, it was. Trish was in J-school and had lost dozens of … Continue reading
