Cancer What To Do About the Boobs 6 Jul 20156 Jul 2015 First of all, this round of chemo can kiss my ass. Just in the last couple of days have I been able to eat meals, and it's time to do…
Cancer Chemo – Round 2 Roundup 1 Jun 20151 Jun 2015 Okay, it may be a bit early to call this a "round-up," but I couldn't resist the alliteration. I really really need to get back to work on my book.…
Cancer Chemotherapy 2 of 6 – Getting the Hang of It? 27 May 201527 May 2015 My oncology office is becoming like Cheers for me. I walk in and everyone’s happy to see me. My 19-year-old daughter Callahan accompanied me for my second round of chemo…
Cancer Chemo – Week 3 22 May 201522 May 2015 I haven't felt much like blogging, and I thought about apologizing for the delay, but you know what? Fuck it. Here are my words about what's what. The Nausea I…
Cancer Side Effects – The Straight Poop 12 May 2015 It’s been a full week since my first chemo treatment, so I’m going to dish the details on what it feels like. And it’s not going to be pretty. Rather…
Cancer Chemotherapy 1 of 6 – The Toxic Bride 6 May 20156 May 2015 Well, I did it! Got through my very first chemo session! Honestly, it was a breeze. The first one was long (5 hours), since I had to do long doses…
Cancer Lymph Nodes, PET Scans, and Lies 27 Apr 201527 Apr 2015 I wanted to write this post last week, but was feeling too Percocet-y. And now I find that I am reluctant to put words to it. I don't have any…
Cancer… Kindergarten cancer conversations 20 Apr 201520 Apr 2015 I guess maybe I thought it would be a one-and-done kind of thing. "Allison, Mommy has cancer. But the doctor will fix me." "Okay, Mommy." *skips off to play* Well,…
Cancer Hair: A story of hate, love, and loss 16 Apr 201516 Apr 2015 I have always hated my hair. It's curly, for one thing. And growing up in the 1980s, curly meant frizzy. We didn't have flatirons or smoothing serum or special no-poo…
Cancer Cancer gets real 10 Apr 201510 Apr 2015 It’s my second visit to the oncologist, Dr. Cappuccino. My husband and daughter are with me, and I’ve got my Binder of Doom tucked under my arm. It’s filled with…
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