Positively Phoebe

My friends joke a lot about having "first world problems"... You know.  My cell phone won't get service in Whole Foods.  They discontinued my favorite Urban Decay eyeliner color.  Et cetera. Today's first world problem?  I don't think I can go to Punk Rock Bowling . It's silly, I know, but I've practically been in tears the past hour.  Through this whole cancer thing, one of the realizations Ryan and I came to was that we both want and NEED to make it possible to take vacations.  See friends.  Make time to do the things that make us happy.  Seeing so many of my out-of-town friends at this event would have been a huge celebration for me.  Especially considering how several of those I would have seen were incredibly supportive through my shitty treatment months.  Like, completely proving to me that I have the best most amazing friends in the world.  I wanted to go.  I wanted to see people.  Hug them.  Thank them. ...

I got home from work yesterday to an email from my brother, Steve , that just said: Sitting here, crying, and reading this. http://boingboing.net/2012/04/ 18/on-cost-and-cancer-in- america.html Weird thing is, the woman who wrote it - I emailed her earlier that day.  I started following her on twitter after my treatments were over and I felt like I was mentally able to go searching online for other cancer survivors, patients, etc.  (I was NOT up to this at all DURING treatment.  Not even a little...)  Again with the serendipity thing.  But that's not my point today. My point today is that it was a struggle to read this entire article.  In fact, if we're being honest here, I couldn't read it all.  One, because it was just SO UPSETTING.  And two, as I got into reading it, I realized that I had no idea what MY cancer cost has been so far.   So I logged onto my insurance company's website, and grabbed a calculator.  It's ha...