About Me

In a perfect world, I would have unlimited time with my husband (of 25 years!), my family and my friends—especially the ones who live TOO FAR away. I'm just a girl who loves God, my pets, music, football, books, lighthouses, golf outings and days filled with sunshine & NO wind. My dream is to live in my own little beach cottage and to never hear the word cancer again.

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Kicking cancer's ass - day 276

Hubby and I are on a little road trip - casino-bound for the night (woohoo!), and we were talking about different things. I told him that I realized something.... My chest looks awful (for a normal healthy person.... for a breast cancer patient who has undergone surgery it's not bad), I have scars and peeling skin and hard, fake boobs (temporary, thank God), etc...

It might sound vain, but how my short short hair looks bothers me 100x more than how my chest looks. I am thankful to finally have hair and not have to wear something on my head every day, but I hate hate hate my super short hair and I don't like how I look at all. I look in the mirror and it's just not me. At least with my curly wigs I resembled the old Michelle. This is going to be a LONG "awkward growing out" period. 

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Kicking cancer's ass - day 4722

  Thirteen years ago today I heard the words "you have cancer".  In some ways it seems like a million years ago. When I think back...