June - 2015

Dena's Blog

Well, the plan originally was to blog about the process of dealing with the tumor in my throat.. things change, right? Now, although I'll write considerably less (I hear your sighs of relief!), I'm still going to be writing because I have learned .. that I am, above all else, a mere human .. and so are you and we might share more than you could imagine .. so I'm going to continue sharing my life .. whistling in the dark and listening for a responding whistle confirming that I'm not as alone as it sometimes feels!

Sigh .. decisions .. decisions ..

Tests done – check, consultation with primary doctor – check, find surgeon – screeching brakes!!! Sometimes I really question my decision making skills. In 2014 I hired two different “publicists.” The first one easily revealed what a mistake I had made .. right off the bat and while somewhat expensive, it obviously wasn’t expensive enough because I turned around 5 months later and made another very poor decision. Anytime someone is rude to you, run! Disrepectful? Run! Aren’t

Let's face it .. waiting SUCKS!!!

Whether you’re waiting for triple tequila margarita to be brought to your table after a very long day, waiting for the world’s slowest gas pump to burb out the mere 5 gallons of gas that you can afford, waiting for someone to belatedly appear when your appointment was supposed to begin 40 minutes earlier or .. sitting in a room waiting for a particular dreaded test to begin! Maybe that’s why they give you THOSE gowns .. to distract you!! It doesn’t work!!!! So .. the clock ti

Life happens! Yes, it certainly does .. multiple times!!

So, I’ve known about this tumor for quite some time and I’ve known that it was having a less than positive effect on my body BUT .. sometimes you just get tired of dealing with STUFF!!! After the 2nd round of breast cancer (what’s UP with that stuff anyway?), I made my mind up that I was done all the medical crap! Didn’t I deserve a break? Round #1 came 4 years after the car wreck that changed my life permanently. Hell, I battled for two years to learn how to walk and talk ag

My journey towards my "new" normal!!

So, I've known for longer BUT yesterday was the "official" two week mark until my normal changes and I'm damn scared but .. what ya gonna do? You put your head down, plant your feet firmly, break out into as many cold sweats as come along and pray that you can handle "gracefully" whatever comes. Ooooo, it's that word .. gracefully .. that gets me. I can handle anything but GRACEFULLY? Not when my knees are knocking!! So .. what has me so verklempt .. SURGERY!!! Not on my toe