Under Construction

If you’re a regular around these parts, you’ll notice there are some changes taking place. Bear with me whilst I figure out what I’m doing with this here new theme. Thanks!

Singing it

Hi. My name is Val. Let me share with you some of the things I’ve accomplished in my life. I became a single mom of twins when I was 19. I married a wonderful guy, only to lose him to cancer when I was just shy of 29. I started ┬ácollege when I was 32,…

NaBloPoMo Day 5 – End of summer

The Boyfriend and I are spending much of this weekend cleaning up the yard, since temperatures are forecast to be in the upper 50s and low 60s with plenty of sunshine. I didn’t get to be outside very much this summer, what with dealing with breast cancer and all. Plus it was absurdly hot most…

Desperately seeking cheese

Egads. Looking around this place lately is almost enough to make me wanna off myself. And hey, I may have cancer, but I have no intention of dying. I basically just wanted to drop in and say I’m ok. Yes, this is some scary shit, but as the docs like to tell me, “If you…

Demise

The Boyfriend has been having some problems at work. I don’t really know the extent of it all, because I suspect The Boyfriend doesn’t give me all the details. Long story short, he’s made a couple of mistakes. Some of them are stupid things, like leaving his shoes at home. Others are more important, like…

Pissed off and annoyed

I don’t want to do anything. The Boyfriend’s parents have invited us over for dinner tomorrow, since it’s Father’s Day. And I find myself pissed off by this, because I have a father, too, and maybe I want to spend Father’s Day with him. Truth be told, though, I don’t want to spend it with…

Muddled

I have about a half dozen drafts of posts that will never get finished, all dealing with my diagnosis of breast cancer and what’s followed since then. But since I’m already out of the habit of blogging regularly, I’m finding it hard to write something from start to finish. And if it doesn’t get finished…

Heavy

I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted three days post op. I have no energy to even lift myself off this couch. And this is why chemo scares me. It’s not just the exhaustion. It’s the feeling of caring absolutely nothing about anything. Of not having the energy to fight, to have a positive attitude. Of everything being…