Positively Phoebe

Remember when I put that donation link up on my blog ages and ages ago? And then, remember when I told you about our good friend "Big Jay" fighting a stupid cancer battle of his own? Well... I just stumbled upon a donation link for him as well.  I know most of my followers probably don't know Jay... but I wanted to share HIS donation link as well.  Just in case.  Because you never know and everything helps  - this I DO know.  (I just sent the whopping five bucks I could barely afford to part with.) So yeah.  Just in case.  For Big Jay: CLICK HERE TO DONATE TO BIG JAY'S MEDICAL BILL FUND Xxo, Phoebe

Oh, Xanax. You are my favorite. After spending a little while alone in the room while Wendy and mum went out for a whirl, I was feeling MUCH calmer. I took some instagram photos of our teeny tiny weird little room. I rearranged the furniture. I made it all made sense and even just doing that felt better. Mum returned first, and had procured tickets to this tour I really wanted to do called the Secret Itinerary Tour of the Doge's Palace, which is right around the corner from our hotel (not that I could find my way there on my own if I knew there was a big bag of euros just waiting there for me - this place is CONFUSING!). Then she climbed in my bed with me and showed me photos she took on their walk and I definitely calmed way down and got excited again. A few minutes later, Wendy returned and declared that she was in love with the city (and its cute boys), as well as our hotel, where she can proudly and happily touch the ceiling. So because everyone seemed so excited and ...

http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR/WalkampRoll/CFPFY11ILWalknRoll?px=20281277&pg=personal&fr_id=42607 My friend, Nora, is skating in MY honor this year. It really blows my mind and warms my heart. If you can donate to her, please do. She is amazing. I mean, not only is she doing this, but when she was on VACATION in Cleveland last fall after my diagnosis, she spent one of her days cleaning all the dog nose prints off my living room windows for me. Because she is the sweetest... , Phoebe

I just had to share this here.  My husband's band-mate and an incredibly dear friend, if not straight up BROTHER, to us both - Rocko - just posted on facebook that his online t-shirt shop is donating ALL of their holiday proceeds to my cancer fund.  I can't even believe that.  Well, no.  I CAN.  Because Rocko is the kind of friend that would give you his house if you really needed it. Anyhow, I figured I would share the link to his shop here.  It's pretty funny.  Good stuff.  Rocko rules. Scumbag Cobra Apparel This is my favorite: Love love LOVED, Phoebe

Good grief, Charlie Brown!  I am friggin' EXHAUSTED!  Through this whole process, I have definitely felt more fatigued, more worn down, whatever.  But yesterday - it REALLY hit me.  I woke up at 7am, after a good night's sleep, and I felt pretty decent.  Jumped in the shower.  Cleaned myself up a bit.  Came back upstairs.  Started checking in on the world via my computer... and then BLAM!  I was exhausted.  I'd been awake for approximately 45 minutes, and I could not function.  I had to take an almost 2 hour snooze before I could get it together to go in to work!! Once I got there, I had the worst time focusing.  The minute anyone in the room was talking, my brain seemed to short-circuit.  I spent 4 hours, mostly sitting down, trying to get all of the paperwork from the past week-plus back in order.  I didn't even do any real framing, and I was ready to fall asleep. Somehow, I made it across town to radiation, and t...

There is no other word for it.  I am completely floored. Yesterday morning, I stumbled upon an article about "Pay a Blogger Day" this coming Tuesday.  The article talked about how, as a modern society, we become addicted to people's blogs and never really think about the fact that their writers are just giving them to us.  For free (mostly).  I myself have a friend whose blog I am ADDICTED to, and earlier this year, she created a shop where you could buy HER things from a cup of coffee, a ball of yarn, a roll of film... all the way up to a month's rent.  I thought it was adorable and immediately   sent her a small amount of money through this shop - no more than I could afford, but just a small thank you for how much her words and pictures contribute to my daily life.  A few days later, I was AMAZED to see that readers were giving her a hard time for doing this - some being downright NASTY about it.  I could not believe it.  This incredibly...