I'm a pisces, but I had cancer!

Hello! Lately, I haven't really felt like posting a blog, in part because I haven't really felt like having cancer. When I reached the halfway point last week, instead of feeling a sense of accomplishment, I actually felt really frustrated that I have to repeat the same amount of chemo sessions I already have under my belt.* And then I got to thinking about how I'm only halfway through the first step of my treatment. And how even when I am done with the next intensive steps– surgery, then radiation, and likely, more surgery– I will be taking medicine every day for the next 5-10 years that will basically put me into early menopause. And I will be monitored for the next several decades to make sure this piece of shit cancer doesn't recur somewhere else in my body. Greg initially described this whole cancer thing as a detour. But it actually feels like my car has been hijacked. And when the hijacker finally abandons it, it's keeping a few parts. There's just so...

It's official, I am 4 of 8 sessions done with chemo.... aka halfway there! Before telling you all about treatment, I must share the magical weekend Greg and I had with our dear friends Katie and Joe. We rented an incredibly charming home out in Hampton Bays, which was just outside of the madness that is the rest of the Hampton's, but still a five minute drive from the ocean. It was absolutely lovely. Greg and I arrived on Thursday night, and had a nice dinner together along the bay. On Friday, Katie and Joe pulled in, and we had a leisurely morning at the Airbnb. I had a chance to sit on the screened in porch and just tear through my latest read for my ladies book club*: Katie had to do some work, so Greg, Joe and I drove out to Sag Harbor to gawk at the richniks, eat lobster rolls, and stumble across delicious donuts:  After that, we headed back to the house and just hung out. With vibes like this, it was easy to linger and lounge:  Before dinner, Kat...

Greetings! I gotta be honest, I felt pretty bummed on Saturday, as we were supposed to be in Amsterdam for Bekah and Marc's wedding. Bekah and I have been friends for going on 15 years, and I just always assumed I would be there for her on her wedding day*. Before this whole cancer thing through a wrench in our lives, we were supposed to be in Amsterdam for the wedding and then embark on a belated honeymoon. We were planning on spending this week in Italia before G was going to head home and I was going to spend the rest of the month with family in France until my other friend Kathrine's wedding in Copenhagen at the end of July. Alas, we will just have to travel our booties off next year! Katie and Anna Laura did Facetime me on the day of the wedding, so I got to see how absolutely stunning Bekah looked in her dress, complete with the most vibrant and unique florals. I can't wait to see the newlyweds, but for now, a big mazel tov to Bekah and Marc, may the days pass sweet a...

Hi there, we're almost at the halfway mark... 3 of 8 treatments officially under my belt, and 75% done with AC treatment! I arrived at MSKCC on Atlantic Ave on Monday with Greg and my parents, and my brother Jeremy arrived at the center directly from the red eye from LA and surprised me with his new solidarity chop: What good brothers I have*! A third nurse, Rashida, administered my treatment. She was a Speedy Gonzalez, so we didn't even have time to have a round of Sushi Go! After treatment, we made our way back home, and I ate my post-chemo bagel upstairs at my parents. Keeping my fingers crossed this week, but this was the least annoying treatment so far. Because I get anti-nausea meds via IV during chemo, I didn't think I could take my on-demand anti-nausea meds on the same day of treatment. But my oncologist cleared that up for me, and I took my meds right around when I usually start to feel sick to my stomach, which made Monday much more tolerable. When I got...