Weekend ~ 3/28/14 ~ Woefully Unprepared

So in fact I took the day off of work today. Not because I was out last night on the town for a book launch party. Though I wouldn’t have minded a little sleeping in this morning as an added bonus. Howver that didn’t work out, the recruiter called me at 7:30 to catch up.

No I took the day off because I have so much demanding my attention. Things you need work hours to accomplish. Department of Revenue deadlines looming and such. Not to mention medical records to pick up all over town at various specialists.

If you read my blog you no doubt already know I had a kidney removed in December for a mass that turned out to be cancer. It was caught early (should have been earlier but I digress). In the world of cancer this is a best case scenario scenario. No chemo, no radiation, just surgery and the inevitable wait and watch. For months I felt stuck in an elevator between floors.

Then the time came for my first scan. My doctor warned that something is always found. I nodded confirmation. Sure I thought to myself like the herniated disk in my neck, the inevitable fluid in my abdomen after surgery, scarring from my hysterectomy. Then I imaged I’d move to the next phase of being a young cancer survivor and have another year before a scan and further anxiety. Didn’t work that way for me. I need to have another scan in 6 weeks. Ugh! Back between floors I go.

Anyway I have much to do. I plan to post about the book launch party. Introduce you to a new author, her publisher and  the Tango community. But for now there is business to take care of; the DOR and IRS to satisfy, a writer’s process blog post to write for Monday and a twelve years old birthday to get ready for. (Just to list a few).

So see you all Monday on the blog.

Oh and PS the consensus is unanimous that I absolutely butchered my lovely flirtation at the Bevee launch party. Just ask all my friends, my accountant, my threader, even my 60 year old male boss. It has been determined I can not be left to my own devices when it comes to meeting men.

Blast from This Blogs Past

The Weekend Reading List

Something Extra

Being Alive ~ Neil Patrick Harris

4 thoughts on “Weekend ~ 3/28/14 ~ Woefully Unprepared

  1. My Queen had a similar thing with breast cancer last year. The surgery got it all so no chemo, no radio, very lucky, but there’s still the 5 years of check ups before they give you the all clear. She’s off to the big smoke for her 6 monthly in a couple of weeks, just gotta make the elevator comfy in the meantime.

    • RED, your Queen is so lucky to have you to support her, says the woman on the other side of the world. 😉 I will be with her in sisterhood. Wishing a clean scan for her.

      I had hoped to hear my next scan would be at the 6 month mark. But they saw something that needed to be tracked sooner ie 6 weeks on my lung. Hopefully it will just be a wee infection and clear itself up. 😉 And I can hope to the next time chunk in the 5 year relay race. Your support has been valuable to me as well. Still planning to draw the kangaroo hop when I get the chance.

    • RED came across this today and thought of your Queen and myself. “One day she finally grasped that unexpected things were always going to happen in life, and with that she realized the only control she had was how she chose to handle them. So, she made the decision to survive using courage, humor and grace. She was the Queen of her own life and the choice was hers. ~Queenism”

      • You are both Queens of your own lives, then. It has been hard for mine, she was used to thinking life was fair…not now. Though she has found strength she didn’t know she had and is the more beautiful for it. Thank you Dana, blessings upon you.

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