The grand tumor/lesion/bone thing (interim) update

Read this first for a tumor refresher.

I am lying on my back in a metal tube. Not flat on my back but slightly tilted toward my right side. My left arm is raised up with my hand wrapped around my head.

It occurs to me that I might look like Elizabeth Wurtzel on her book cover although older, not as skinny and without the dead eyes (maybe).

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I don’t have dead eyes, at least not now, because my eyes are closed. Keeping one’s eyes closed is Rule #1 of not freaking out during an MRI. Rule #2 for most people is taking Xanax, but I am disciplined – for once in my life – about not opening my eyes so I don’t need Rule #2. Continue reading

I am not responsible for these words falling out of my mouth

“How’s your summer going? I haven’t seen you much,” said the friendly IT guy at work.

“Well my dad died after a long hospitalization that had me making lots of trips to his hospital in Philly,” I replied more cheerfully than was expected or warranted.

<blank stare>

“And now I’m on my way to get a follow-up MRI on the tumor/mass/lesion inside a bone in my arm.”

<he’s backing away now>oy

“I’ve been eating every carb I can find and petting kittens.”


“So, like, byeeeeee. Thanks for fixing my laptop and stuff.”

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Doing the hard things

It’s really hard to hate a tree.


I know because I tried. But as I stood in front of the beautiful cherry tree my father used to climb to hunt deer and otherwise be among nature, I couldn’t find it in my heart to hold a grudge.

Instead I stood there with my mother, aunt, uncle, and four close family friends, imagining that Dad was there with us. I breathed fresh country air and visualized the pre-dawn mornings Dad had spent in a tree stand on our friend Ivan’s property, waiting for a mature buck to appear.

Although Dad died from complications Pulmonary Hypertension, a hunting accident he suffered back in 2007 exacerbated his health problems for the next eight years.

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Good bye, Summer of Suck

When I tell you that nothing good happened this summer, BELIEVE ME. I am not prone to exaggeration.


Well, OK. Sometimes, but not often.

Seriously, when the best thing to happen to a person all summer is a clear mammogram, that is a Bad Summer. Well, I did go to the Berkshires and California a few times.

But I’m still referring to this summer as the Summer of Suck for reasons you surely understand. In honor of the approaching autumnal equinox, here’s a look at the summer that was.

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Good riddance, Summer. Fall, please be kind.


Another five things I would do if I owned a hotel

When it comes to hotels, I have opinions. LOTS of opinions. If you’ve been reading my blog for more than a few weeks, this will not be a surprise.


Here’s the third post in a series of things I’d do if I owned a hotel. You can read list 1 here and list 2 here

1. Have sufficient places to hang towels in the bathroom

Hiltons are the worst offenders I’ve encountered recently. A Hilton Mom and I frequented during Dad‘s hospitalization had recently undergone a massive renovation. Nice, but the bathroom featured exactly one hook. No bar for face towels. No hook on the door because the hotel designer had chosen sliding doors. Just a single hook.

Things got messy fast. I found the same issue at a Dallas Hilton too.

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I went to After Paradise with @AbbyDraper and laughed my face off

On one of two recent LA trips (is it any wonder I am TIRED?!) I had the distinct pleasure of attending After Paradise with my Twitter bud @AbbyDraper thanks to our friend Millsy aka Rob Mills.

Although Abby and I have tweeted and emailed a lot, this was our first in-person meet-up. She did not disappoint. Abby is as hilarious and fun as she is here and here and here and here.

First we watched the East Coast Bachelor in Paradise feed with our beloved Millsy and some wine.

There will be wine

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I have a crush on Charlie Hunnam

After all of the gloomy stuff I’ve been posting, I thought those of you who enjoy looking at handsome men deserved both a break and a treat.

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(Don’t worry – a woman crush post is coming. I promise. Something for everyone.)

How hot is Charlie Hunnam of Sons of Anarchy fame?

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