Cancer, Cocktails and Comebacks

Hello my lovelies 💋 Buckle up, because the last couple of weeks have been a helluva ride. Between bouncing from Kingston to Toronto and getting tag-teamed by Brachy and radiation, my body and brain are taking a shit kicking. Now for the update. I spent a couple days at Sunnybrook and—believe it or not—I made hard, fast friends. Shocking. 😉 And because the universe loves a plot twist, I may have even snagged myself a painting commission. Stay tuned, because apparently I’m a whole businesswoman now. Okay… Sunnybrook. Three Brachy treatments on the roster. Two were blissfully lights-out (my absolute preference), and one was wide-awake, front-row, no-filter chaos. Naturally, I can only dish on the awake one, because during the other two I was off in dreamland 😅 I wrote about this in my last post, but now I finally get to spill the full story of what really went down when I was conscious for the show. To say this treatment is mind blowing, is, well... mind blowing.  They inserted the...

Have you forgotten about me? ! 😉 It feels like it’s been centuries since I’ve had a minute to sit down and spill the latest chaos. So grab a drink, wrap yourself in something soft, and dive right in. It’s going to be fast and dirty today because I’ve got to get myself ready to head to Toronto with my Captain for what is, unbelievably, one of the final legs of this whole cancer-fuelled circus. 🙊 (Sorry for the ramblings and grammatical poorness lol) STOP. DROP. ROLL. Last Thursday, November 20, I had my first Brachy treatment — and wow, what a circus. Six hours of prep, poking, prodding, and hospital “glamour” for a whopping ten minutes of actual radiation. Two hours of pre-op, and while I was out cold, they slid me into an MRI, took every measurement known to mankind, and installed a cylinder around the tumor like they were outfitting me with aftermarket parts. Then came the tiny needles straight into the tumor — truly next-level, hands-on “are we serious right now?” radiation. An...

As Ava Max sings it so well - To all of the queens who are fighting alone, Baby, you're not dancing on your own. This one’s going to be short and sweet — or maybe sour, I haven’t decided yet. It’s been a ride , let me tell you. But here I am, still standing, mascara slightly smudged but spirit mostly intact.  I’ve got some good news to kick things off — my latest MRI showed that my uninvited guest is finally packing its bags. Apparently, that kind of thing takes a while to show up, so the fact that it did? Huge. Like, pop-the-champagne huge. 🍾Shrinkage is a good thing, people. A Welcome Bunny Hole When my Captain knows exactly what I need. He spotted this magazine and thought, “She’ll love this.” And he was right — it’s one of my faves, and I’ve been itching for a new issue. Gold star for him. ⭐ When I'm feeling creative, but have zero energy to put it to good use, flipping through these pages helps keep the spark ignited.  Think about something you love to do but ju...