We were about a month into cancer at this point and now that panic had been induced, it was finally time for someone to talk some sense into me. Talk some sense into us. My husband likes to show a brave face but I’m pretty sure we were co-freaking out.My…
notifications.
Yeah, so it’s cancer. Now, what are we going to do about it? 🤷🏾♀️ What’s the treatment plan? 🤷🏾♀️ When are you going to tell people? 🤷🏾♀️ WHAT are you going to tell people? 🤷🏾♀️ Needless to say, I was at a loss. So we cruised into the Easter holiday…
schmancer.
After months of pain and mental anguish, I finally got to a point where I couldn’t take it anymore. All super heroes have their limitations, right? I wasn’t looking forward to the hemorrhoid surgery that my husband and I were convinced I’d probably need. This conclusion was solely based on…