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Tag Archives: breast cancer
By now, I reckon everyone knows I’ve been battling insurance companies and cancer this year. Basically, I’m good, now. I rang the bell signalling the last of my radiation treatments a couple of weeks ago. All that’s left is 12 … Continue reading
2019 is not going as planned. This year, my sweet Billy was supposed to retire, then we were supposed to sell our house here in east Texas and move closer to home in central Texas. By now, we were supposed … Continue reading
I’m always amazed at how powerful prayer can be. Other than passing out after they put in the lead wire and having to be poked several times to get the IV in, yesterday was a piece of cake. I hurt … Continue reading
Well, today’s the day. I didn’t prepared for it very well. Oh, I have MSB set up with a duck gumbo so I won’t have to cook for a while if I don’t want to. The house is clean (can … Continue reading
Don’t get used to this. I’m not going to blog every day, and anyone who thinks I will forgets one of my main character traits: I’m inherently lazy. Blogging is too much like work. But until all this breast cancer … Continue reading
A couple of my friends have told me to start a journal about this breast cancer business. In a way, I already have–I recorded my first suspicious mammogram back in October, and how terrifying that was for me, then again … Continue reading
Yesterday held a full day of learning new words, starting with the ones from the air conditioner repairman, who spewed a bunch of terms that splattered around me like ketchup squirted from five paces. Since I didn’t get to write … Continue reading