A tell all account of how a single thirty something says hello to cancer, bids farewell to fertility, and ushers in "the change" all the while maintaining her social calendar.
Closer to Fine: Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Today's post is a short one. I'm off to the Indigo Girls concert at Wolftrap with a bunch of great girlfriends. Keep your fingers crossed that it doesn't storm on us out there. Hope everyone has a nice evening!
I have my friend Christy, the author of Twisted Toes and the owner of Food Matters, to thank for the title of this blog. She came up with the name shortly after I was told I had cancer and well before I knew exactly what I was dealing with. So, the title made sense since I knew I had something really bad in me but was still waiting for many more confirmations, clarifications, and/or a freakin' miracle to occur. Also, who can pass up the opportunity to give a shout out to Judy Blume? It just fit.
Why the teal and lime green text?
Teal and green are to ovarian cancer what pink is to breast cancer. The colors used in this blog are a nod to every woman who has battled this kind of cancer and to the work of the leading national ovarian cancer advocacy organizations. For more information about ovarian cancer or to make a donation to either organization, please see the last two links in the Links I Like section below.
Why no CaringBridge?
I know many folks like the CaringBridge but it just ain't my style. It's way too Hallmark for this girl. One of my main goals throughout this process is to maintain my sense of humor and something about that site is a little too Care Bears and not enough Comic Relief.
What should you expect?
Imagine if Anne Frank, Bridget Jones, and Kris Carr were to meet up in an Amesterdam cafe to share some *yummy* brownies and discuss a potential book collaboration. Wouldn't you want to be there to listen to their conversation? Well, I would. This blog is something like what I imagine their supposed collaboration would produce: a mixture of poignant reflections, funny observations, brief medical updates, and good tips. Oh, and while I don't have the *yummy* brownies to enjoy, I do take the occasional vicodin for chemo pain so there you go.
Also, a warning: You're gonna encounter some profanity as you read. I know the use of profanity is not ladylike or classy but neither is cancer and since I find its use extremely therapeutic these days, please cut me some slack.