Despite lack of posting, all is well-ish in cancerland. Mom had her first treatment, goes for her second tomorrow, and so far is handling it all with relatively few side effects. Or at least she was the last time I spoke to her a week ago. Little sister has talked to her more recently and hasn't mentioned anything new, so I assume all is still fine.
My own 6-month check-up is coming up soon -- about three weeks from now. I would know the exact date had I not lost my cell phone on the plane, my cell phone where I foolishly stored every bit of importabt information. Without backup. What can I say, I had a brush with death, and now I live on the wild side. Anyway, if I can remember the name of my oncologist, I can probably call her office and ask exactly when I'm expected.
I am going to be 27 on Good Friday. It will be my 5th birthday since becoming a postmenopausal bitch. Prior to that, I was just a bitch. (But cute! Really cute!)
There are lots of funny little things I'd like to write about -- things which even relate to the Cancer Theme of This Blog, but these things are still not resolved, so I'll have to save the hilarity for the future. When things are resolved. Consider this a teaser.
In other news, the magazine is coming along like gangbusters, or almost gangbusters. One of us (I won't mention any names) is not writing as much as she should. Or editing as much as she should. Instead she peruses bulletin boards, reads other magazines, looks for pictures of blackbirds, or otherwise occupies her time in pleasurable, yet wasteful pursuits. I thought people who were 'touched by cancer' were supposed to live every day like it's their last -- so why am I such a procrastinator? I would not make a very good subject for a made-for-t.v. movie.
I'm beginning to bore myself, so I will leave you with a link to this cake which I am making for a potluck tomorrow, and which I will frost with this icing. There might even be strawberries involved. With any luck, there will be vegans present to appreciate my kindly and thoughtful consideration of their dietary restrictions. Because although I am kindly and thoughtful, I am not above wanting recognition for these qualities.
