Cancer, Cocktails and Comebacks

We meet again! 🍾 Thank you for showing up — your support means the world 🙏  The best way to make sure you don’t miss a single snarky jab at Cancer? Sign yourself up for the sassiness! Just tap those three little lines at the top left of your phone and subscribe to get my latest posts. Now, grab your favorite drink and a few tissues… not for crying, but for the inevitable tears of laughter. Ready? Let’s dive in! Apparently, Fighting Cancer is my Side Hustle Let's kick things off by giving you an update on the latest and greatest in terms of my treatment plan, shall we?  This past week, we made the trek from Kingston to Sunnybrook in Toronto for my in-person appointment —  to discuss the how, the when and the why.  I have to give credit where it’s due — the staff at this hospital were nothing short of amazing. Super organized, genuinely kind, and, most importantly,  true specialists in the rare world of cooch cancer👌🏼. On the way there, I had to undo my s...

Hello my lovelies. Thanks for coming back, I promise it'll be a fun, informative and intoxicating ride! 🍾  Warning: I’ve got a lot to unpack, so this one runs long ⚠️  Pour yourself something nice, get cozy, because shit's about to get real. The verdict is in... The medical Gods have spoken. My CT scan showed that the uninvited cancer cells did NOT metastasize , However, those pesky little cells couldn’t resist wandering past my lymph node - just far enough to score me an encore week of radiation. You don't realize how long you've been holding your breath until you actually release it.  There I was in the doctor’s office with my daughter and the Captain of my Heart – because “boyfriend” feels absurd at my age, waiting for my fate to be delivered to me - our relief could have been bottled and sold as vintage wine. 🍷 Now what? Last week’s oncologist meeting set the game plan: a cocktail (hold the umbrella, add some toxicity) of chemo and radiation. Six weeks of daily r...

Hello there! 👑 Welcome to my blog – the land of honesty, sarcasm and spontaneous swearing; the kind of truth that only an F-bomb can deliver. Buckle up, here we go… Plot Twists, Cancer loves them Apparently my body got bored and decided to throw in a plot twist: cancer. Not the kind of surprise I had on my vision board, but here we are. Before you clutch your pearls — relax. I plan on handling this with equal parts sarcasm, cocktails, and the occasional ugly cry (probably not in that order). Being your own Advocate First things first, I want to express the importance of being your own advocate .  Being your own medical advocate is non-negotiable. Why? Because speaking up keeps doctors in the loop, helps you actually understand what’s going on, and puts you in the driver’s seat of your own care. Yes, there are medical professionals who obviously know their stuff, but no one knows your body like you do. If something feels off, say so. Be that squeaky wheel — the one that demand...