When people pass away in my life, it takes awhile before I mourn or realize they are gone. This usually hits me 6 to 12 months later. It is then that I actually cry and feel it.

My dad passed away in May, it's taken less than 3 months for me to start grieving. This one sucks.

It's been raining in my world the last couple of weeks ( Read more... )

Work is good. Fabulous in fact. I love my job, my company, and my boss ( Read more... )

So, 3 weeks after surgery, I'm still not better. I am worse ( Read more... )

Having my surgery tomorrow. I found another surgeon that feels he can get them out arthoscopically ( Read more... )

Super cool special surgeon doesn't think he can do the surgery. The tumors are in pesky little areas.

I am not being referred to a cardio-thorasic surgeon that does robotics. I think they are making mountains out of mole hills.

I guess it's better safe than sorry.

It's what I've named my tumor. I now know I actually have two of them. They are in my superior mediastinum and are causing more trouble then they are worth. One of them is pressing on my esophagus and one is pressing on my heart. They are causing gastric distress and are probably the cause of my leaking heart valve and not the Scarlet Fever I ( Read more... )

So now I go back in a couple of weeks to see what we do about it. I'll take it.

Life isn't. Sometimes is sucks giant green donkey balls ( Read more... )

again. Thought I had pinched a sciatic nerve and was just muscling through it. Broke out in the middle of the night. Hurts like an m-effer. Also blistery patch on my ass is so not sexy ( Read more... )