las vegas, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Uncategorized

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? .

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




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Health, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Thyroids, Uncategorized

Thyroids are Cool

The American Cancer Society estimates that there will be about 64,300¬†new cases of thyroid cancer in the U.S. in 2016. Of these new cases, roughly¬†49,350 will occur in women and 14,950 in men.¬†In fact, it is the most rapidly increasing cancer diagnosis in the United States, tripling it’s past numbers. And no matter how one may view¬†the survival statistics, each story is different, each experience is hard and I urge you to never consider it a “good cancer.” There are no good cancers.


What Thyroid? has become my mantra and also the face of my fight against Thyroid Cancer. Brutal honesty,  a twist of wit, and paired with the good, the bad, and the ugly, is the way I roll.

With September dedicated to Thyroid Cancer Awareness (are you sick of my posts yet?), I decided to express my personal experience, trauma, positivity, inspiration, and need to feed this creative soul, the best I know how; awareness through design. By this I mean pouring my guts into writing, complimented by these sweet little thyroid lapel pins.
Who says survivors need to rock ribbons or butterflies all the time?!?


$10 / Pin (Pick your color – Pink, Blue or Teal)
$25 / For all three Colors
FREE SHIPPING in the US for the entire month of Sept.
CHECK IT —–> ¬† 

25% of all sales will give back to someone in need of financial help via medical bills, because lovers, this disease is NOT cheap.¬†And with¬†so many outlets donating to research and we have yet to hear of a cure¬†– I’m taking an alternative route for the cause.Here‚Äôs to all the fighters and the survivors. The incredibly strong humans who have made it through this long haul. To the doctors and the nurses who have given their best. And here‚Äôs to our friends and family, who have supported and loved us endlessly!

Wear this pin with pride.
With confidence.
With gratitude.

Health, ThyCa, Thyroid Cancer, Thyroids, Uncategorized

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.