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Monday, October 24, 2016

Going back to Cali

Yassss!  Genentech invited me back for its 2016 patient panel in San Fran. 

It is awesome on so many levels--another chance to make a contribution, to see The Perjeta Posse,  enjoy free travel and seeing one of the most amazing places on this Earth for the second time. To stick it to BC.  

We like a certain boutique hotel, old and charming in Union Square. It is so fine to snuggle in the cool Pacific air lulled to sleep by the dim cacophony of street noise and trolleys. 

Tuesday, October 11, 2016

Cake for No Reason

Fall is so teasing in Florida. 

Mondays pre-cancer, you'd never, ever find me home on a fine October morning. Instead of enjoying the end of months of boiling temperatures, I'd be at my tiny desk, dutifully cranking out reams of hatred by 8:15. After all, nothing good happens over the weekend when you work in family law. Every Monday held another avalanche of strife and strife requires legal interventions. Lots and lots of them.

What a treat to sleep in and have nothing on your schedule. To leisurely hang around the house with no rushed, frantic motions. The freelance project is nearly done. No court deadlines, no hideous stacks of paper to sling, no horrid stress. 

I'm grateful for the lovely weather and the means to enjoy it.  No chemo today! Sometimes you forget. My life is utterly changed from my dx date in 2014. And it's good. 

So just for the hell of it, and really for no reason at all, a freshly frosted carrot cake now chills in the fridge. Mikey likes his cake cold, when the frosting is just slightly crunchy. 

Tuesday, October 4, 2016

Creating a Void

Today I am inspired to create a beautiful, clean and functional nest. This necessitates shopping at Home Goods and finally canning those teflon pans in favor of stainless. 

The first rule of Feng Shui is clearing clutter, items that are not serving you, or that carry any negative energy. The plastic cooking utensils are off to Goodwill, along with an old crock pot that reminds me of an evil person. Two garbage bags are filled with old packing papers and the like, that have been taking up space for years. The tiny bathroom closet is organized, the old clothing is in my trunk, and already it feels lighter.

Donated many pots-all Teflon coated and probably cancer-causing. Funny how I thought we needed so much cookware for just two people. 

Having a small house, and it being Florida, we don't use the big oven much, and that is where the pots were kept. Always had trouble organizing them, moving them in the Fall, and forget the lids. 

The oven is clear and the vintage Pyrex is now organized neatly in an upper cabinet. 

Let the baking begin!

Saturday, October 1, 2016

Do not tell me about your friend

Yeeeeeep.Another Pinktober, another inappropriate asshole.

Please do not tell me of your friend, unless she is a BC asskickin', NO RECURRENCE having, cured bitch.

WHY do people tell me horrible stories?

Friday, here she comes. She's a firm client, and so, to tell her to fuck off means no job for me. So instead, I listen...her friend got BC at 31, now she's 48 and GUESS WHAT?! Yeeeeep, mets to liver, bone, etc. All of if is disclosed, in graphic, horrific detail. 

Please please please. Do not tell us about your friend, mom, aunt, sister, whatever - if it involves bad news, a recurrence and/or mets. It really does not HELP us. All it does it inspire nightmares and unpleasant thoughts. WTF?  

I hate people.