Best of Times, Worst of Times

I've been a little MIA the last couple of weeks. I've started and deleted dozens of posts. Nothing seemed right. Nothing was enough. Usually, when I don't write for a while, it's because I'm either out having a fucking good time or I'm covered in shit.

This time was no different.

It's been a particularly rough month to have breast cancer. Cancer recurrence has been all over the news the past few weeks. Of course, it coincided with struggles in my real life. I've dealt with other people's recurrence, illness, misdiagnosis . One incredibly amazing woman I knew personally lost her battle. It's been a little scary and to be perfectly honest, I haven't exactly gotten an handle on my anger and my frustration.

On the flip side, Alan and I went on vacation last week. It was good. Just what I needed. And if anyone doubts our ability to spend hundreds of dollars on booze, I will offer up the tab from our seven day cruise as an example.

It has also been a month of activism. I've signed up to be a hotline operator for BC people, I've joined the board of a young adult survivor group, I'm going to D.C. to lobby for breast cancer research funding and health care.

So I have lots to tell you. Lots. Check back often in the next week or so. I'll catch you back up.