(Hey guys! Here's a quick FB. F... Dustin and I moved into a new home this past weekend (rented, but still a HOME!), so things have been a bit mad crazy. HOWEVER! I wanted to hold fast to my weekly posting musts and give you all a little bitty Flashback Friday post!)
2006.
Chemo.
Baldness.
Drawn-on eyebrows (oh dear).
AND...
My blue glasses.
But for these two:
76. Organic lemons in ice water.
77. How excited Dustin gets when he gets a new xBox game (his current favorite).
78. FINDING OUR NEW (rental) HOME! Eeeeep!
79. Summer playlists.
80. Having good bangs.
81. Eating hot soup on a hot day.
82. My FAVORITE pens.
83. The first cannon ball of the summer.
84. Handwriting "Thank You" notes to friends and family.
85. Grabbing Bubby's butt while he's sleeping.
86. A good game of War (cards).
87. Spoiling yourself with yummy breakfasts!
88. Playing episode of Buffy all day on Hulu.com
89. Being gifted a handmade blanket.
90. Getting excited about Halloween in June.
91. Making home-made salad dressings with tamari, Dijon mustard, lemon juice, olive oil, agave and spices.
92. Cars with air conditioning.
93. Meeting nice people who work at the DMV.
94. Sitting with scissors and trimming all visible split ends.
95. Garage sales.
96. Driving home, listening to Spencer Bell.
97. All of the boxes that Dustin gets from work = free moving boxes!
98. Cheesy special effects in shows from the late 90's.
99. Watching the seasons of 30 Rock on Netflix, with Bubby, during dinner time.
100. One dish meals.
Once the chemo started, I got in the swing of being infused (with the drugs) for five days, puking my guts out, coming home and then having to go back a week later due to some sort of infection (from my suppressed immune system). This happened after each round of chemo. One of my emergency room trips just happened to take place on Thanksgiving and Oh, what I would have done to have just been able to stay home!
Anyhow, Dustin took me into the E.R. and I was feeling shitty and bummed and I shed lots of tears. When, out of the blue, my sister and her (then) boyfriend surprised me with a plate of Thanksgiving goodness, pumpkin pies (to bribe the nurses to bring in said plate of food for me) and their wonderful, loving selves.
How do you cheer up a sick, unhappy bald chick?
Why, you blow sterile gloves up with your nose and pretend to be turkeys, of course.
I love you, Sissy. <3
In 2005, when I learned that I had a stupid, crappy tumor in my right lung and after my first round of chemo, I decided to go a little bad-ass with my hair . My sister, Effie, who has always been a bit of a bad girl, was more than happy to help her once Martha Stewart - wannabe sister, live a little on the edge. You know, as far off the edge as the chemo leash will let you go. If my right lung ( I keep tying "lunch!") AND my hair were going to be stolen from me, I refused to let it go with a hint of "F-you."
[And he loved me through all of it.]
Just got back from a whirlwind trip down to Southern California. Visited friends and hung out at the House of Mouse (Nerdy term for Disneyland)!
Anyhow, I'm pooped, exhausted, dirty haired and ready for bed... and it's only 8:51 p.m. Whoa. Early bird status.
Just thought I'd pop on and show you my (sun-burnt) little face. More this week!
Love you guys!
xx,
Violet
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