Great news. My pathology reports came in, and the weird mass that was cut out of my abdomen, is benign! The surgeon's assistant left me a message with it's name. Subcutaneous Hypertrophic scar with foci of Keloidal collagen.... I have no idea what that means, but as a good friend said, 'benign' is really the … Continue reading Subcutaneous Hypertrophic Scar
I am thrilled, and doubtlessly, surprised to announce that a thoughtful and hilarious blog writer honored me by nominating my blog for an award. Pretty shocking. But much appreciated. Her name is Cecilia Kennedy. 'Fixin' Leaks and Leeks', is the name of her blog. She is skilled at making me laugh, even when I am … Continue reading Blogger Award Nomination
Piles of food and holiday cheer Send me running to my room with fear Raised voices and children shouting Chaos and alcohol flowing freely Sometimes I'm ashamed to be me Feels like a pitchfork stabbed into my brain Waiting for the silence, the noise to be over Retreat into myself and searching wildly for cover … Continue reading Thanksgiving
Thank the Holiest of the Holy, I'm doing better today. Phew! I was getting worried there for a moment. Or for 3 moments. Or maybe even 4. It's always a relief to me when my mood shifts for no apparent reason. It's not that I've had a miraculous healing, or anything to cheer me up. … Continue reading Miraculous Shifts
It's really hard living with an invisible illness. One where you try to explain it to healthy folks, and you just get grimaces in response. Most people have been fortunate in that they haven't had to struggle with disabling diseases for the majority of their lives. I'm not stating here that this means that I'm … Continue reading I’m REALLY tired of being tired
I've realized recently that I enjoy writing poems. Not necessarily Haiku, but I'm open. Though I feel I'm a decent writer, something about poetry is daunting. I can't imagine getting to a place where I'm confident enough, and accomplished enough as a writer, to call myself a poet. I remember in college Literature, trying to … Continue reading Please, not a Hallmark poem!
Yesterday morning, my friend dropped me off early at the surgeon's office. They had requested that I be there 15 minutes before my appointment. I had listened to a guided meditation for 20 minutes beforehand, and had taken a half of a Klonopin tablet. I was fairly calm, considering I'd be cut open without an … Continue reading Minor Surgery?