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The opening of GARDEN GARAGE

Hey Babes!

 

Cheers to Thyroid Cancer Awareness month! Have you had your neck checked yet?
What are you waiting for?!

 

I have a new blog post coming up this week, pertaining to my most recent results since May. ¬†Let’s just say, I FINALLY got a break! For a few months at least…

In the meantime, I’ve been busy traveling and perusing a dream of mine; opening up a plant retail shop! It’s called Garden Garage. The door went up directly after my last post and it’s been nothing short of amazing. My favorite part besides getting my hands dirty? All the people and avenues it has led me to. Las Vegas has such a great community of makers, finders, and creators, it’s unbelievable! You just have to find us ūüėČ

Garden Garage builds a unique narrative of plants and spaces we see everyday. By elevating the location to a neighborhood environment, through display and living plants, we acknowledge how extremely delicate and beautiful life really is. It is an idea of connecting with the community through shared interests and to take a pause and appreciate an object that brings meaning and breaks us away from the tendency to blend in.  This tightly edited collection of greenery is carefully crafted with design and quality in mind. We believe surrounding yourself with organic, southwest, minimalism vibes leads to a happier and more productive lifestyle. Give. Get. Grow.

For the rest of September, with every plant purchase over $50 I’ll be giving away a #WhatThyroid¬†pin in the color of your choice! If you’re not in Las Vegas and would like to rock some awareness flair, you can find them on Etsy where shipping will be free through the remainder of the month. Interested in my full story? WhatThyroid.com .

If you’re in Las Vegas, stop on by! The shop will be open 11AM – 3PM this Saturday, September 16th. As well, we’ll be at the Life is Beautiful, Market in the Alley, September 22-24, West Elm Oct. 1, AND the Grow Your Own Festival, Oct. 8th!

“To plant a garden is¬†to
believe in tomorrow.”
‚ÄĒ¬†Audrey Hepburn

 


 

 

Don’t forget to hit follow on Instagram for daily chats, inspiration, and good vibes!

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On Pins and Needles, with an Extra Side of Needles …

Why do I feel like every time I post, I need to start it off with¬†‚ÄúWOW – It‚Äôs been a while.‚ÄĚ Sorry about that. Life gets busy and wild and I‚Äôm the worst at carving out time for myself these days. Unless it involves travel.¬†Traveling has been a huge outlet for me, helping to reduce¬†stress and¬†explore,¬†because let‚Äôs face it, life‚Äôs short! Anyways,¬†hello there, welcome back! To you, to me. Let‚Äôs talk life without a thyroid once again.

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If there’s one thing I’ve come accustom to,¬†it’s you take what you can get. Whether it’s an ultrasound on a Saturday or surgery on Christmas Eve. Avoid excuses, face reality, and move along as quickly and calmly as possible. You’ll never be ready for bad news so here’s vibing for the best – always. *
——–Starting last Saturday,¬†this week marks the start of my¬†yearly examinations¬†since diagnosed with thyroid cancer in 2014. Considering¬†my initial diagnosis, I have yet to be in remission. Every three months I have labs¬†pulled. Every six months I check in¬†with the docs for them to tell me pretty much nothing except we’ll keep monitering you. Thanks. And every year I have a plethora of testing, more blood work, and scans done.

Now, while I’m about pro level at this microscopic game of thyroid cancer, I still get quite uneasy when I have looming appointments like these approaching. Especially the yearly follow up. These are big time, folks. And I have yet to receive good news, just once. Let me tell you, I f*cking NEED THIS. A break. To regroup and refocus.

April 22 ( Earth Day! ), the last thing I would ever ask for is to unfold out of slumber and head to Desert Radiology for a neck ultrasound. Playing with plants and spending the day outside, enjoying our blue planet sounded more like my cup of tea. But alas, like I mentioned in the *above, sometimes you just have to dive in and be done with it.
Away I went.

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Random Side Thought: When fellow patrons¬†in the waiting room hear you called down the ultrasound hallway, I wonder the percentage of people listening assume I must be pregnant. AND, if and when that day ever comes, will I be traumatized by ultrasounds? I mean, seriously. I’ve had about a dozen of them and none came out the way we wanted.¬†

Back the the update.

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At this point I know exactly what cancer looks like under¬†ultrasonic frequency. Your lymph nodes¬†appear circular and¬†solid black, traced with a small outline. When cancer shows it’s¬†ugly presence, the best way to describe¬†– Tiny little static within that solid black circle. When mapping for my second surgery, one of the ultra sound techs and the administering doctor, stabbing needles into my neck, showed me the art of death. Now I’m terrified of it.¬†So¬†rather than stare at the screen this time, I opted to shut my eyes and keep breathing. I didn’t as questions like I normally do. I’ve pretty much asked them all. Knowing I had all this other crazy coming up the following week, I decided I’d rather know nothing and hope for the best.

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‚ÄúI said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”¬†‚Äē T.S. Eliot

 

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OK. I lied. I did peek just once. She was snapping so many images! But I only saw the screen for maybe twenty seconds and to my relief, everything looked normal.

Sunday was all mine. Julian went galavanting with some high school friends, in from Houston and Minnesota. I decided to stay home alone with Frank and just vedge. The only downside was the damn wind we’ve¬†been getting knocked around with here in Las Vegas lately. Any day now it can stop. My allergies are killing me on top of everything else.

Monday kicked off this week with Thyrogen¬†Shot 1 – ¬†It stung like a motherf*cker! Tuesday, exactly 24 hours later, (¬†in my best DJ Khaled voice ) ANOTHA ONE. I’m still wrapping my head around why exactly I paid 2K to get probed with needles. Oh wait, that’s right. Because the alternative is to go off your thyroid meds for three weeks and feel like a pile of brain dead mush that sleeps all the time. That doesn’t fly¬†in the creative entrepreneur club.

Directly after my first injection¬†Monday, I headed¬†downstairs to get my blood drawn for¬†a pregnancy test. No, I am not pregnant, nor are we interested at this point. It was strictly precautionary due to the fact that later today, I’ll be swallowing more radio active iodine in preparation for my i-131 full body scan Friday.

BUT GET THIS. Summerlin Hospital LabCorp lost my blood! And so this morning, when I was suppose to pop that radioactive pill, I got a phone call from Desert Radiology’s Nuclear department. My heart dropped thinking they were about to tell me we had a Lil’ Murr¬†on the way, but low and behold, they called to inform me they could not find my results. Le sigh. Is this really happening?¬†So at 7:30AM today, I¬†raced to another LabCorp to give additional blood for a STAT¬†pregnancy test. Go figure, the first lady poked me TWICE and didn’t get a vein. F*ck. I hate needles already and she was just digging into my arm! After her double fail, a second mam came in¬†to draw. She apologized,¬†she was going to have to go in the same vein that was already bruised from Monday’s lost labs. ¬†She got it like a pro, but I was about five seconds from passing out. She yelled for ice and laid me down on the table¬†directly ahead of where I was sitting. What an early morning trip! I promise you I will NOT be paying for this second bill if and when it comes. The worst part of it all? I have to get more labs¬†tomorrow to check my thyroid levels. AHHHHH. I’m going to keep telling myself, the Universe is throwing this all at me to test my ability to stay positive and calm, with¬†results tossing¬†me into my first NED ( no evidence of disease ) category in three years. Pretty, PRETTY, please.

And now I’m writing this while I sit patiently, trying to concentrate on work, and await Keith to call me over to swallow some foreign pill. See, the thing is with these tests, they have to be done in a specific order. Mostly due to the Thyrogen injections. It’s a stressful and daunting runaround.¬†All¬†results should be available¬†by May 3. My appointment with my endo is May 8. I can pick everything up¬†before then, but do¬†I want to? I don’t like my endo enough to wait for her to tell me the verdict.¬†What would you do?

Alright. Time to sign off. Thanks for reading! More from me Friday. We’re halfway there!

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TT 101 : The Basics

Hey babes in babes land. Have you ever thought about your life without a thyroid? ¬†No? ¬†I promise you, without genetics and this soft little gland, your world would be a whole lot different. It’s pretty impressive what that squishy honey¬†does for your bod.

Oh wait. What¬†is¬†a THYROID, you say? ¬†I said the same thing once. ¬†Over the next handful of days,¬†¬†let me provide you with a little more information. Maybe more¬†than you ever intended on having. But it’s good for you. Like apples, or champagne. Trust me.
Knowledge is power!

Let’s start here ¬†——>
SEPTEMBER is Thyroid Cancer Awareness Month.
Which means someone, somewhere, decided this would be the¬†perfect¬†time of year to take your thyroid into a little more consideration and spread awareness about¬†disease. I think three-hundred and sixty five days, on and off, is cool – But I’ll take whatever I can get.
Someone find me a soap box!

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thy·roid

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noun
  1. 1.
    a large ductless gland in the neck that secretes hormones regulating growth and development through the rate of metabolism.
  2. 2.

    a large cartilage of the larynx, a projection of which forms the Adam’s apple in humans.


    Thyroid hormones support nearly every body system. In humans and other backboned animals, the iodine-containing hormones guarantee proper development of the brain, skeleton, and organs. Yet, too much or too little derails the body’s delicate balance causing goiter and other health troubles. These distinct regulators work alone or in cooperation with other hormones to generate energy, control cell oxygen use, and moderate many other life processes in both males and females.


    Almost all body functions carried out in nearly every tissue rely on thyroid hormones. Their actions and influence are so wide-ranging that vertebrates cannot live without them. Among other things, thyroid hormones specifically affect brain development; heart rate; lung function; blood function; bone growth; steroid hormone production and breakdown; sugar, fat, and protein breakdown; and some immune processes.

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Well. When they put in terms like that, it sounds discussing and terrifying; but if yours works, ENJOY that little bastard! Broken down into phrases that make more sense to me, this lumpy butterfly controls how you gain or lose weight. It decides whether or not you could sleep all day or stay up all night. Sometimes you sweat like a pig and other times you freeze like a popsicle. Sometimes I feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest. And for us creative folk, watch out! Creative blocks happen more often than not.
Those are just some relatable basics.

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OK. Since it’s 2016 and more than half of the world has the attention span of a squirrel, I am going to stop right here. I don’t want to ruin your day with too much reading.¬†I hope you enjoyed Thyroid Topics¬†101.
Tomorrow, I’ll show you where your thyroid is located even if you already know.

Or decide to look it up on your own. Onward!

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And so.

*I can’t say I have ever believed in true karma. Too many shitty people get away with too many shitty things. And I’d like to think there is more outside¬†this life, though we may all be just as important as a cockroach in reality.

I can¬†confidently¬†say I have had my go-around with life at only thirty-one years old. I have seen a lot. Done a lot. Been broke. Been stable. Let stress get the best of me. Indulged a little too much when I shouldn’t have. I’ve¬†met some exordinary individuals and found myself under the shoes of others. I cannot say I have a terrible life. In the scheme of it all, it’s been pretty fantastic. But there are bumps and unfortunate times and that is to be expected.¬†Including a cancer diagnosis, no matter to what degree.

 

 

 

My¬†quarterly¬†blood draw was Monday. It’s like my veins were on vacation. The phlebotomist and I couldn’t see a¬†line¬†so he went¬†in blind; sticking only by feel. Luckily, for me, he’s clearly damn good at his job. The task was¬†effortless. Still, it¬†hurts and I continue to¬†hate needles. I bruise quite fiercely. And after all the positive preaching I toss out there I do find it hard to stay calm for myself when¬†I have no control of the outcome.

 

 

Yesterday, all my calendars, digital and written, reminded me of an appointment I had made three months ago with my oncologist, Karen Jacks. 1PM. Those afternoon appointment always interrupt my creative flow. I should know that by now. 12:50PM. Onward to Summerlin. The wait is never long and as I was called back, dreading what the scale would taunt, I was told my appointment was yesterday. I had missed it.

 

What?

 

 

I proceeded to inquire¬†with Dr. Jack’s scheduling assistant and she assured me they were correct. How sad is it that? You get so busy doing everything for everyone that you forget to take care of yourself. I apologized for my forceful, yet inquisitive manor, because surely, I would not have forgotten this appointment. For goodness sakes, Dr. Jack’s is THE¬†only one looking after me since I was cleared by¬†my surgeon.¬†My endocrinologist never even followed up after my last treatment of RAI that she administered. Professional, right?

 

As I was getting up to leave, Jenn with two n’s, (Dr. Jack’s Nurse) walked up. I, like, love this woman. I gave her a hug. She too, last year, underwent a total thyroidectomy due to thyroid cancer. Not quite as invasive and she has had no reoccurrence,¬†(High Five, Nasri!) There’s something about having such an intricate situation in common with another.
A bond, if you will.

 

 

I asked her if, by chance, if she could give me the results of¬†my¬†blood work and she did not hesitate to say yes.¬†We can’t be much different in age. “Everyone has access to their results if you request it.” she commented. Well then. Toss them over, pretty please! The scheduling assistant, already not super fond of me, went ahead and printed them out. Why didn’t she¬†offer that before I went into semi-jerk mode? We could have totally avoided an awkward situation.¬†The sheets crossed the desk and I stared at the numbers.

 

TSH 0.017 (Critical Value, Verified x2, FLAG: Critical Low)
Thyroglobulin 0.2 (Low)

 

 

My mind went blank. Is this good? I should be a master of all this by now. ¬†But the same rule applies as to why I haven’t learned to code websites; I design them. I rather be really¬†good at one particular thing,¬†than half as good at two things. I’d rather spend all my energy and mind on staying positive and strong, rather than learning basic numeric levels that pretty much rule my life. Plus when your head is everywhere than where it should be, it’s hard to concentrate. You don’t read a book while your driving.

 

 

Jenn with two n’s assured me, these were fantastic numbers and to schedule another set of blood work around my one year anniversary for the second surgery I underwent – December 24, 2015. Time. Flies. Roughly¬†four and half months away now.

 

 

As I walked out of the icebox¬†building, into the blazing heat, I wasn’t sure if I wanted cry or run. I was so relieved, yet I have this pessimistic nature¬†inside me saying, ‘don’t get your hopes up.’ I’ve been in this position before.

 

 

For now, and for the next few months, all is well. I feel fine. I can breathe just a bit more. I can attempt to relax. I will start all those personal projects and books that I have been putting off, tomorrow. Ha. Julian and I will take our anniversary trip to Palm Springs, like we always do and I will head to Lake Tahoe in two weeks. I will continue to share my experience and thoughts around it to anyone interested. To anyone who asks or need help.

 

 

 

 

Today, having no¬†relievence¬†to the¬†above, I went to buy film at Wal-Mart because honestly, I have no idea where else to get it and I’m teaching myself to shoot with a 1968 German Leica in hand. No, that’s not a gun. F*ck guns.

 

 

In¬†front of me, in line, stood a very fragile girl. Of some Eastern Indian decent. She had to have been my age, maybe a touch¬†younger. She wore no make up and she was beautiful. I worried for her pettiness, as each one of her legs had to have been barely bigger than one of my arms. She dressed cute and natural¬†and I couldn’t help but wonder if she had problems finding clothes her size, like us curvy women do at times.

 

 

She was buying two hand soaps, some q-tips, oranges, and a cheese cake. Her total came to twenty-four dollars and ninty-two cents. She tried her card and it was declined, twice. You could tell in her demeanor she knew it would be, yet she tried anyways. Then she pulled all the money she could find, out of her hazy green pockets. A five, a single dollar and some change. The line was building and she was getting uneasy trying to count. She nervously asked if I would help her count how much money she had as she was still learning U.S. currency. And so I did. She had eight dollars and eighty cents. She gave back the cheesecake, one soap and the q-tips. As she walked away I had this ridiculous feeling. I’ve been in her shoes before. Maybe not to this extent, but I thought of yesterday and I thought of how uneasy I have been since I got back from Wisconsin. I couldn’t help but pay it forward. I did hesitate, but as she walked away, I asked the annoyed clerk to quick ring up her things. She put them in a bag and I ran after her, leaving my purse, my life, at the mercy of the cashier and everyone behind me. I caught up to her, tapped her shoulder. She slightly jumped. I handed her the bag¬†and¬†smiled. She thanked me many times.

 

 

As I got back to the registered the cashier and the few people behind me fawned over what I did. “That’s going to come back to you someday you know! That was so nice!” All I could say was, “I shouldn’t have bought the cheesecake.” (It was $12.95 at WAL-MART!) But who am I to know if it wasn’t for her Grandmother or a special occasion.

 

 

I do not¬†do things, so other things can come back to me. *Reference first paragraph of this post. I don’t always help people when it’s obvious. I am a firm believer that is why rich people are rich. They are either super smart, clever bastards or they simply keep what is theirs, to¬†themselves and their family. No amount of money could fix everything, everywhere, for everyone anyways.¬†¬†Wealth is what you make of it. It’s a mindset. In this situation, something crawled up into my stomach, danced with my gut instincts and¬†knew I would¬†regret not helping her. And so, que¬†reaction, though there is a 50/50 chance she would walk outside, remember she had just forgotten to transfer money from one account to another, hop into her mercedes,¬†and drive off.¬†I wasn’t about to play investigator to ensure she was legit. If I was wrong to ¬†help, it would ruin my dreams of humanity truly being more lost than it already is.

Cheers to some things just working out sometimes.

 

 


 

 

“The simplest acts of kindness are by far more powerful then a thousand heads bowing in prayer. ¬†“‚ÄĒ¬† Mahatma Gandhi

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Mic Check : One, Two

I realize, I’m not so fantastic at this whole blog thing. I get a vibe going and then I fall off. Which isn’t right. Because not only does this blog exist to represent a plethora of thyroid cancer awareness knowledge,¬†experience, and reach to all my fellows who¬†are lacking a thyroid; my intention is¬†always,¬†to engage, inspire, question, and provoke hope and insight that the days to come will be¬†brighter for all of us. Whoa. Run on sentence. You get the gist¬†of it.

 

This past week’s whirlwind of a surprise trip¬†to Minneapolis, surrounded Julian and I with so much¬†love and family. The energy was intoxicating and the conversations were thick. The perfect recipe for times that are¬†meant to be and never forgotten.¬†We crashed and celebrated a party in leu of a beautiful young woman named¬†Carmela, who has climbed to the top of her nest and is about to hit Chicago this fall only to find herself yet again. Even¬†more than she anticipates. She is amazing.

 

I rested my head softly those two swift¬†nights;¬†in the land of rolling thunderstorms and lush filled days. I couldn’t be happier. The fresh smell of plentiful greens, complimented by my urban instinct of a city dweller; I am home. Surrounded by family, swirling with chatter¬†and¬†positive emotions –¬†It makes one feel whole again. All those voids that have been waiting to be filled are now complete. And as the¬†rain pounded on the roof our last night home, thunder rolling, flashes of natural energy filling the sky; I¬†felt¬†so alive.
Your life and what you put into it, with time,  creates a the perfect personal portrait. The need and willingness to grasp and appreciate it all is crucial. My life, with all the good, the bad, and the ugly, is a beautiful dream that I wish to live over and over again.

 


 

 

 

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A Bunch of Hot Energy

I was administered a¬†shot in my *ass today for the very first time in something like,¬†twenty-five¬†years? Left¬†cheek¬†in case you were curious.¬†Another rounds the corner for my bum tomorrow. Right side. Fair is fair. To follow, waves of exhaustion before I swallow a tiny little radioactive pill, from a futuristic looking vessel¬†–¬†Wednesday AM – For the second time in my life. Then I accept being avoided¬†like the plague by all things living for a solid week as¬†neccessary.¬†Since I haven’t stopped running yet, why stop now?¬†Frank is going to go ape *shit.

 

 

Life surely has been nothing short of¬†thought-provoking, busy, and¬†arresting¬†since the¬†last check-in to socialize about my lack of a thyroid. I never went into detail about this past surgery over Christmas, but maybe I’ll be so bored over the weekend I’ll write so you all can be bored with me,¬†among all the bright pastel colors. Oh! And hey look. Another holiday ruined due to this¬†unwanted¬†malady.

 

 

The entire month of February turned out to be a travel whirlwind. Not by plan, but by total chance/luck/good people. I¬†took all that lovely by the horns and flew! I am so grateful. But it turned me into a junky.¬†I cannot wait for the next spontaneous jaunt – to ANYWHERE. Currently, as¬†I see others traveling, I’ll admit – I’m jealous. Like, really jealous. I’m sorry.¬†I can’t help it. Take beautiful picture for me to view from the digital¬†side and sulk because I’m not there.¬†P.S. I love you.

 

March 25th marks 2 years since my very first brush with surgery complimented by the removal of a vital organ + treatment. Christmas is 3 days short of 3 months ago, when my second surgery took its course. All that has forever changed my life. And so have the days of not appreciating a size four waste line. Whatever.

 

 

Two surgeries in two years¬†and¬†I am full of life.¬†I have a ridiculously handsome/talented/hard-working/best friend¬†of a husband, my very own personal satan (a furry mammal disguised as a cat named Frank), a beyond supportive family whom I can’t wait to hug the shit out of in May, and the very best looking friends with personalities to match – In. The. Whole. World.¬†What more could I ask for?¬†More plants maybe…

 

 

This whole extravaganza in my¬†What Thyroid existence has been quite the ride. Paired with other¬†affairs that life likes to throw at us all – While we’re least expecting it. Or when we could really need/use¬†a *fucking get out of life free card. Nope!¬†Never happens. So you decide. Sink or swim?

 

 

The loss of my father was a massive¬†blow. Like literally paired, 50/50 with the day I got the call about me, myself, age 29, having cancer. What? I just recieved¬†my death ticket. Then, a year later… Excuse me? Dad’s dead? What the *fuck is going on. April 3 hits one year without someone who has been a huge part of my life since I remember, remembering. And I see my grandparents aging and my Mom suffering with herself and her own vices. Some very impressionable and dear extended family, dealing with loss and disease.¬†I’m¬†not sure how I avoid being¬†a hot mess, puddle of tears, in a dark corner. Well, sometimes I am. But the corner is never dark. It’s light. I do that on purpose. It’s usually outside so the wind can carry that sad energy away from me for a while. But really, what is this life and what is the point? But then I bounce back. Strong. Excited. Vigilant. Observant. Ready to love and save everyone and everything just THAT¬†much more. I seriously talk to my plants while I give them a little extra water that Nevada would like them not to have.¬†I adore¬†You All so much.

 

 

Back to the originality¬†of this post – Wednesday is D-Day! I had nightmares last night about the shot I got today. It wasn’t that bad. I’m such a thirty-one-year-old wuss. I’m hoping¬†to document this treatment better than the last time, though looking back, I watched a ton of movies, was sick and slept a lot. Julian and Frank went to a hotel where Frank caught a cockroach. Ish. We were living in an apartment then. My how things have changed.

 

 

This time, I’m secluding myself to our master bedroom and bath, since it’s all attached. I have a chair to sit in right outside the patio doors. We’re moving my iMac and desk into the bedroom to serve as a TV as well as inspiration to work – energy pending. I’ll show you the extent of our preparation tomorrow when it’s complete. It’s grossly organized and sterile. If insurance ever got cool, they would just let me vet this out in a hospital and save us the time and trouble. But alas, they’ve¬†been and always will be cheap *bastards and I’m thankful, at least this time around, for the stingy vaccinations that helped me avoid being off thyroid medications and turning into¬†a complete zombie for roughly a month. Awful. Never again.

 

 

Oddly enough, I am excited for Wednesday because I get to see Leman again! He is the nuclear dude for Desert Radiology and is a pleasure. Cheers to all the safe and hard working humans that expose and help toxic ones like me, push for a better and healthier life. I plan to send him a card to ensure he knows how much he is appreciated when this is all said and done. For the second time.

 

 

Alright. I’m going to check out for now. Julian it “weeding” the front yard while the wind cracks a whip so I don’t have to. I have designs¬†due¬†and I would like¬†to get outside to plant some greens I picked up yesterday with my 10 year-old friend Charlee;¬†IF¬†this wind ever decides to¬†subside.¬†¬†More soon¬†– Whether you like it or not.
xo! – La

 

 

 

 

P.S.S. If there’s anyone out there that ever has a question or concern or¬†needs a little talkin’ to? Holla at me. I’m so open and extremely honest. Brutally. But I don’t think that’s a bad thing. Why sugar coat a serious situation. Hands down, never hesitate to ask, talk shit or even throw a little positive vibe this way. All is welcome!

 

 

 

* I apologize to the uttermost sincerity for letting swear words roll off the tip of my fingers like they do my lips, very comparable to a sailor, but hell, I come from a family of them so please accept that I really am a lady in most regards and never mean to offend. Love you. 

 

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The Final Countdown

For most, it’s a race. Last minute gift shopping. Traveling minutes or miles to ensure the whole family is together.¬†Dinners being prepped.¬†Christmas music is swaying through everyone’s ears and heads.¬†Children anticipating¬†Santa* is on his way. Each person¬†is bustling around to get everything just right for tomorrow.

Is Led Zeppelin considered Christmas music?

One hour, forty-five minutes. My personal countdown. At 1:30PM this afternoon I will report to Summerlin Hospital and my life will be in the hands of people I barely know for the second time.

It’s not bravery. It’s not that I’m fearless.¬†It’s not that I’m some super woman saying to life, “Come at me, Bro!” ¬†(well… kind of I am) but sometimes, you just have to do what you have to do. And our lives are really just one big story, right? Your very own unique¬†memoir. So why not make it interesting! Why not turn an unfortunate situation into something great? Plus, if I didn’t get this sugery done before the year’s end, insurance would have raped** me out of another¬†five grand worth of deductables. Thanks, America!

So my bags are packed. That’s right,¬†plural.¬†A giant¬†fur blanket and Christmas cookies in one. Hand cream, champagne socks (which preferably would¬†be a bottle…¬†Thanks Dani for both!), Packer slippers (Sue Jones, YES! Packers are¬†totally going to the¬†Super Bowl!), chap stick, lotion, and essential oil from the spa yesterday so my room doesn’t smell like a gross,¬†sterile habitat for recovering humans. Oh and let’s not forget my hospital swag. You bet I’ll be rolling up in a Meownisota shirt (Thanks Jessie and the Intermedia Crew!) a¬†festive plaid poncho and a high bun. Duh. No one is raining on my surgery parade. The next 24 are MINE.

So CHEERS!¬†To the nurses and the surgeon and his assistants for coming in today to help others. They are the real heroes in life. And Thank YOU to all who¬†text, called, messaged, and sent well wishes.¬†I adore you and can’t wait to see you again! So¬†sorry if I didn’t get a chance to respond ¬†– just know how much I appreciate you. Everything is going to be A-O.K. It has to be.

 

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AND¬†be sure to think about just how lucky you are today. And tomorrow. ¬†While you’re with your loved ones, eating, drinking, exchanging gifts, I’ll just be on¬†a cold, metal operating table getting my¬†neck slit open¬†ūüėČ

Murray Christmas!

WILL MURRAY! SEE YOU TOMORROW!

 

 

*¬†If you child is 9 or older, quite lying to them about Santa. They’re grown.

** Apologies on using¬†such a vulgar word, but let’s be realistic. It’s true.

 

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