Lately I’ve taken to listening to Roisin Ingle’s Irish Times Roisin Meets podcast in the mornings when I can get out and walk, and the other day I listened to her interview of Irish author Jennifer Johnston. Johnston is now 86 and published her first novel at 42 (oh the hope!) and is one of Ireland’s premier writers that most… Read more →
Category: Cancer
Nine year blogiversary
Another long blog hiatus due to a) living life and b) someone corrupting my blog so it wouldn’t work (jerkface!). A non-working blog makes me really sad and frustrated to the point where I almost told the Mister to scrub the whole thing and start again. And even though I know no one is reading those early motherhood entries filled… Read more →
Cancer, vanity, and my really hot husband.
You probably look at this photo and see a happy couple – and this is true. We are a happy couple. I should look at this photo and only see a happy couple but my first thought when I saw this was, “look at this nice picture of that woman AND HER SON.” What I don’t see when I look… Read more →
Cancer Break
The Mister and I were sitting around the school playground last weekend when we had our “Fuck it” moment. That was the moment we decided that we needed to get away. Now. We needed to pull the girls out of school and get away NOW. It has been a week since that moment and we leave tomorrow morning for a… Read more →
World Cancer Day
Today is World Cancer Day and I feel like I should say something about it even though I would much rather be in the UK celebrating Harry Potter Book Night. But now I’m in the exclusive club of women (and some men) who have metastatic breast cancer. So what is Metastatic Breast Cancer? I think most people – myself included… Read more →
A week in the life of this cancer patient
Monday’s are for blood work. We got the good news that I could continue with chemo this week because my white blood cell count was up enough. (I missed going to see MacBeth over the weekend because of a cold and trying to get these white blood cells to multiply – which I don’t have any control over.) Miss M… Read more →
On the eve of my 40th birthday
I few years ago I started thinking about how I would like to celebrate my 40th birthday. Having small children I didn’t think about planning any elaborate party (that’s not my style) but I did think about how great it would be to be on a beach somewhere. To be more specific I thought about how great it would be… Read more →
Literary Reasons I’m Not Ready to Die
I’ve always thought the saying “live each day as if it were your last” was kind of stupid if taken in it’s literal context. If this were my last day on earth I would probably spend the day having a panic attack about all the things I’m supposed to do (option paralysis, buy more about much?). The other list would… Read more →
Staying in the picture
I’ve never been much of a selfie taker. But when I continued to be sick and didn’t show any signs of getting better I thought about how something could happen to me and my daughters wouldn’t have any pictures of me. Or with me. Thus far their whole childhood has been heavily documented and there are maybe 30 pictures of… Read more →
On getting my words back and asking for help
Too many words. That is how I feel these days. It isn’t a bad feeling to have because I can remember a time when the words left me. When I got pregnant with Oonagh I had no words. I couldn’t blog anymore. I couldn’t read my books – I think that was one of the scariest things and something that… Read more →