Pass The Cheez Whiz


I was warned at a young age to never ingest anything with poison stamped on it and to always stay away from danger.  We listened as kids!

I am in my second cycle of Consolidation and have been feeling its unfriendly side effects.  My body is warning me that I am taking “poison” and often tries to protect itself by getting rid of it and not always at the most opportune times.  Those childhood warnings were right.  If you happened to be at the Performing Arts two Thursdays ago, that was me hunched over the trash can, not a drunk Orange County Housewife.

I am in a full remission,  but I still have to worry about that one bad tenant (cell) that won’t abide by the eviction notice.  I know in my heart I want him gone, but I can’t help asking myself daily,  “can I survive another day of poisoning?”

I am amazed and so grateful that Doctors and Scientists are able to take substances that are not made for human consumption and discover their abilities to kill cancer.  I just know that someday I want the scariest thing I swallow to be Cheez Whiz!

The Gambler


You’ve got to know when to hold ’em / Know when to fold ’em / Know when to walk away / And know when to run……

Morongo celebrating with my favorite gambling partners, my mom and dad, that I’m over a 100 days post transplant.

  I always go home with nothing but great memories at the end of our casino outings!

Love you both more than I could ever express.  xo

The Naked Truth

Today with major encouragement from my 16 year old daughter, I went out without my wig, hat or scarf.  She believes I am confident and could pull off that I just choose to buzz my head.  The truth is, I did not feel like I was making any fashion statements, but instead felt completely self conscious and NAKED!   Oh how I felt like a cancer patient/survivor from what I perceived as stares all day.

 Now, I know that most folks could give a darn about me and whatever it is I choose to rock on my head or body, but I can’t escape that I do and that darn wig is going right back on my head before I walk out the door tomorrow.

 I’m no Mia Farrow yet!