Begin Again

Life is about beginnings and endings. My life as a married person has come to an end and my time as a single person has begun again. I was not expecting this ending or beginning again in my life, but sometimes a curve-ball comes your way and you have to take your swing. It is


There’s no place like home. When you irrigate like I do you have everything set up just the way you like it. It’s taken time to find out what works and what doesn’t work when it comes to the logistics of irrigation and you can make changes to accommodate your needs. On the road, things

The Ornamental Ass

It’s been over two years since I’ve been declared “cancer free” and to tell you the truth, I don’t think about cancer much anymore.  I talk about it from time to time with other cancer survivors, but aside from the checkups now happening twice a year, it doesn’t occupy much time in my mind. Now

Made Me Nuclear

In honor of my PET scan today,  I give you Made Me Nuclear by Charlie Lustman. I met Charlie while getting chemo one day.  He was touring around cancer centers in Nevada, playing his guitar and singing songs.  He gave me his album which he wrote about his cancer experience.  I listened to it often

Time For Another Checkup

It’s that time again.  Time for blood work and time for a PET scan, my least favorite of the scans.  Tomorrow is blood work.  No big deal.  They’ll draw some blood in the morning before I go to work.  Do a few tests.  Should be pretty quick. Friday is the PET scan.  Unfortunately the only

Two Year Milestone

Two years is exactly how long I’ve been cancer free.  You know, it’s been a fairly routine year.  I’ve let many other cancer anniversaries pass this year without much fanfare.  I’ve noted them and moved on. Don’t get me wrong, I still remember the dates, but they don’t hold me like they used to. 9/13/2010

My Love / Hate Relationship With Food.

I’m feeling sick this morning.  It’s not surprising because I’m on vacation and haven’t been eating well.  I’m eating much better than I ever did before cancer, but worse than I normally do these days. I have this difficult relationship with food.  I love to eat, but now I get feedback pretty quickly that I’ve

Surviving and Feeling Guilty About It

I’ve been struggling to try to write this blog for a week now.  Some friends and I were chatting a few days ago.  The discussion was about survivor guilt.  It’s a complicated emotion because on one hand you’re thrilled to have won the battle with cancer and want to shout about it and celebrate.  On

PET scan and the wait.

I’m sitting in a comfy chair waiting for radioactive sugar to circulate through my body so I can get scanned. Elton John is playing softly on the radio.  I keep my movement to a minimum so the scan doesn’t get muddy.  I don’t want the sugar fueling my muscles from moving around too much. There’s

Ostomy Uncovered

  Every once in a while somebody will get the courage up to ask me questions about my colostomy bag.  It seems like quite the taboo subject and to be honest, if I didn’t have one I think I would feel awkward talking about it.  Funny thing is now that I have one I am