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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? .

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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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.

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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!



  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.


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.


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.





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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“LUCY! You have some explainin’ to do!”

Biopsy yesterday morning has left me looking like Dracula swooped in for a quick little snack. Pretty sore. Nothing found on the right side. Two suspicious nodes on the left which they stabbed the sh*t out of and that was that. Results  РOctober 14th. I am happy to say I will have Claud the Broad and Todd in town for the big reveal. I plan to have my Mum-in-Law come to the appointment with me so we can drill this doctor for every piece of information she is worth.


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Here We Go Again

Life is so … interesting. Most of the time it makes no sense. Why are we here? What is the point? Are we just some maddening experiment, or just a bunch of cells that got tossed together and now here we¬†are as these complex beings, with emotions that run wild and on top of it all; bodies that are vulnerable to so many different things. Yet at the same time, these brains of ours, so complicated¬†and formative. So intriguing and personality based, with such character and grace. Is it all by accident or is there really some greater beings out there controlling and watching and guiding us all through life’s crazy circumstances, most that don’t even make sense.

I’ve recently been going through some major soul searching. Searching for absolutely anything to make a sense¬†out of certain situations. In this case, my battle with thyroid cancer. Just hearing the word cancer is a body¬†deafening¬†sound. No matter the severity of it – it’s something I wish upon no one. And even though, the word was first brought into my life over a year ago, and I’ve been well aware it’s something that I could battle forever, it never seizes to be so emotionally impactful.

If you’ve read this far into my story, things have been going rather smoothly. Updates from my doctors and everything in between have been on the up and up¬†until the other day.

I had my first yearly iodine scan. Four months late, mind you, because my endocrinologist¬†insisted I receive¬†Thyrogen¬†shots but neglected to tell me my insurance has never covered them in the first place. I was on and off the phone with so many people, trying to figure out how to get these shots so I could stay on my thyroid medications. In the last year since my surgery and RAI treatment I’ve been¬†feeling great. I didn’t want to fuck all that up now, but in the end, it still happened and it set everything back, complimented¬†by some bad news. As I was off my thyroid meds for four weeks, and though my Iodine scans came back clear, which I thought was a¬†positive¬†prognosis,¬†come to find out, my blood work proves otherwise, with off the chart thyroglobulin levels at 72 when they should be lower than 1, signaling possible residing cancer cells left in my body.

Numerous testing has¬†started again to pin point where these cells might be. I endured a PET/CT scan today. My best friend Andi came with me at 6AM this morning, just to be sent home because they planned to inject me with MORE radioactive regiments which are not suggested to be around pregnant women. That totally sucked; to lose my favorite cheerleader and all her amazing positivity by my side. Not to mention, how much radio active shit that has been flushed through my body in the last year, am I going to ever have issues with fertility if I decide to have children someday? All theseTHINGS! It’s so overwhelming.

My main man Keith, who administered my iodine scan just a week ago was on my PET/CT scan case today which was cool. I really like him. Unfortunately he was the one having the rough time nailing a vein for the catheter, so another girl came in and snagged it away. My arms look like I am a recovering heroin addict at this point though. Rough.

From these tests – Worst case scenario: Thyroid cancer cells¬†have metastasized to my spine, other lymph nodes, or my lungs. Best case scenario: There is some residual thyroid cells, cancerous or not, left in my neck bed and they will be removed with another round of surgery. The RAI treatment I went through last May didn’t seem to work, so my body may be rejecting it. Lame. It’s already been a hell of a year, I’m really in need of some good news.

Next up: Neck Ultrasound with possible biopsies of anything funky looking. This will take place Thursday morning at 10AM.
I have an appointment scheduled with my endocrinologist October 14th to declare the results of all testing and what’s next. I also decided to be proactive and contact an oncologist I was seeing in the beginning of my initial diagnosis, almost two years ago, just in case something¬†unexpected claims dues on my health.

So now, it’s hurry up and wait. Story of my life.
Here are a few pictures from today as I got poked, waited and felt defeated at the fact that I am in this position again so soon.

IMG_7404  IMG_7409


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SEPTEMBER – Thyroid Cancer Awareness Month

I’m a little late. A whole month to be exact. And what a month to be late for! September is Thyroid Cancer Awareness month.¬†I’ve been doing my very best to spread¬†as much¬†information, support, and mindfulness pertaining to¬†all that effects current fighters, like myself, cancer free survivors,¬†and¬†everyone that helps support us all as we endure this¬†quite terrifying and unpredictable experience.

I started the campaign below last year after my first surgery and RAI treatment. As a designer, I wanted to create something eye catching yet blunt to get people interested and get them aware in another way outside a butterfly, that Thyroid Cancer is a major life changing event and is on the rise. My goal is to continue to move this WhatThyroid? campaign forward with a website and some collateral in the up-coming year to help support individuals in financial need, that get diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer.

It’s been very impressive to find how many people, including myself before diagnosis, that do not embrace the¬†slightest bit of knowledge about¬†what a thyroid is or what it does for our bodies. Though in most cases, Thyroid Cancer is treatable, there are many ups and downs, mentally and physically that go along with this scandalous disease. More people need to start taking an annual neck check seriously. I recall¬†back to¬†how naive I was the first time they even discovered a nodule in my neck. I waited FIVE years to even do anything about it because I was scared. It set me up for a more severe circumstance later in my life.

When officially diagnosed with Thyroid Cancer at the top of 2014 РCompleting numerous biopsies, x-rays, scans, a totally thyroidectomy, a double dose of RAI, and uncountable blood work session since, at the young age of 30, complications have now arose. I felt the need to take a minute and start the month of October with a huge shout out to everyone that has or is fighting this same battle РYou are not alone! I urge anyone and everyone to please not take something that you might think of as a simple organ or check up, for granted. CHECK YOUR NECK!

More from me on my developments soon. Positive vibes are greatly needed. xo