Yep I really am a congenital amputee. I just realized there are like zero pictures of me on this blog, so here I am fatting it up in all my disabled glory.
The ones of me with white hair are post cancer. The one of me in the hospital gown was actually right before I was wheeled away for my mastectomy in 2012.
In the pink wig pics, I was super drunk at a Halloween party in 2010 lol.
I think I might get my dog registered as my emotional support animal… He really is that for me. My other dogs were too. I really function better with doggie love.
It’s been 2.5 years since I found out I had cancer.
Every time I go in for my periodic scans I am genuinely surprised to find out I am still cancer free.
I am just now beginning to allow myself to believe I may be around for a while…
I had my 6 month checkup at moffitt on Tuesday- they still don’t see any cancer. Now I get to wait a whole year before I see them again. So far so good.
Gawker published a wrenching story this weekend by Lauren Sczudlo about life in the aftermath of her cancer treatment. Sczudlo lived, but she failed to live up to our cheerily hopeful vision of the cancer survivor. After undergoing chemo, radiation, and a stem cell transplant, she fell into depression. And…
I compiled some personal tactics and crowd sourced DIY remedies for the sads (clinical term) into a mini comic! Enjoy xoxo
Helpful tips. :)
This is for everyone. For our followers who have been through hell, for our followers who are experiencing any form of hardship, this is for you guys. I really hope this helps you, this helped me.
Chronic Illness Cat
Haters need to get over themselves. How I live my life, take care of myself and my responsibilities are no one else’s business except mine and those I am responsible for or responsible to. I don’t and more importantly will not justify myself or my life to you and I will not ask you to me….offer the same courtesy.