Oh, the ticking clock…

Throughout my life, I’ve become very well acquainted with nightmares. It’s something that I experience periodically, but more frequently during times of intense stress and/or anxiety. Although I know it’s a pretty standard thing that happens, it’s the brain’s way of processing things in our subconscious. Knowing that, unfortunately, doesn’t help me make sense ofContinue reading “Oh, the ticking clock…”

It’s not me… it’s my hormones.

I recently had my usual check ups done – still no sign of recurrence!! We did learn that my ovaries are no longer producing enough estrogen, which is par for the course if I’m honest. My body keeps finding fun ways of surprising me with new things to deal with. I, not really being superContinue reading “It’s not me… it’s my hormones.”

Honesty On Living With An Ostomy

After nearly a year with my freaky friend – Bennie, the stoma – was evicted. And for damages done to the property, his deposit was not refunded. Even after a two year period where the entire world went into lock down as a result of a pandemic and people seem to want to duel toContinue reading “Honesty On Living With An Ostomy”