I meant to write on my third anniversary of blogging. The most shocking thing, after much reflection, is just how little I am thinking about TTC these days.
Another brief update will have to do.
40 is on the horizon. My first dermatology checkup post baby resulted in a pre-cancerous mole being removed from my left arm. Congratulating myself on catching this early, I was hoping to duck another shark bite. Otherwise known as the perimeter cut. And 22 stitches later, I have a matching set of puckery scars on my left side. It is par for the course after melanoma. I call it an arm lift. Less jiggle when I wave with my left hand now, see?
It feels like non-news, really. I know that it's a big deal. Cancer. But living a long, happy life when you are predisposed to skin cancer, means you are going to get cut up. Coming from a person never had one stitch in her life prior to being 35, and being deeply phobic of needles, it is sort of miraculous. I have lots to live for and, for now, the scars aren't in places that clothing doesn't cover. I'm not much on short sleeves. Another thing to be grateful for.
Work remains messy. Sleep is not guaranteed. And I am thinking that my distraction tactics for E have turned her into a puppy. She growls. And somehow she knows when I pick up and try to video it. Adorable in her bouncy stubbornness and yammering up a storm. She is the rock to my roll.
Thankful to remain cancer free. Thankful to have this sweet snarling baby.
She's so strange, it's awesome. What would one expect from a baby Misfit anyway?
That sounds too adorable! Ike seems to have the same kind of sense about the camera, even on my phone. He is probably just too interested in the item to keep smiling, but it ends up looking like we have a baby that rarely smiles, which isn't true. I am glad you are cancer free!! With you on the lack of guaranteed sleep, too. I have a quick overnight trip this weekend, and while I will miss him like the dickens, as my grandmother would have said, I am really looking forward to sleeping more than three or four hours in a row (sometimes it's more like two, as I'm sure you know).
ReplyDeleteYay for cancer free!!
ReplyDeleteSo happy to hear you're cancer free!
ReplyDeleteI am also constantly getting bits and pieces sliced off. It stinks, but at least knowing there's a greater likelihood of a problem can lead you to more frequent check-ups. Glad to hear you are doing okay!
ReplyDeleteWhoopwhoop for cancer byebyes . . . arm lift? LOL
ReplyDeleteMisfitbaby sounds awesome!
well, that was a scare you didn't need. I'm darn glad that it is gone and that you are well and cancer free.
ReplyDeleteSounds like E is at a really fun stage. Growl away, cutie pie.
Jesus. F* off, precancerous mole. Thank you, snarling baby.That's about the size of it, huh?
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ReplyDeleteI have a quick question about your blog, would you mind emailing me when you get a chance?
Thanks,
Cameron
Yay for vigilance, though, of course, I wish you didn't need it.
ReplyDeleteAnd growling? Amazing!