Positively Phoebe

**This post was transferred from the now defunct "The Long Ease" blog.** Just wanted to pop in and say a couple things: 1. I just took my last antibiotic a moment ago.  I am feeling pretty good.  Hoping it lasts through the next week and our upcoming trip to the Adirondacks! 2. The Survivorship Support Group at The Gathering Place is really pretty excellent.  I enjoyed this month's session on Tuesday night immensely.  Got to talk to some lovely people, finally got to officially meet a familiar face from other programs we've both attended there, got some accidental great insight from a kidney cancer survivor about something that's been VERY on my nerves lately, and once again really "GOT" how much help is needed in the Survivorship Community as a whole.  Which brings me to... 3. We live in a time when more people survive cancer than die from it.  And yet, support for survivors and our unique and myriad problems is seriously lacking - ESPECIALLY in...

I had desperately hoped that this anniversary... this CANCERVERSARY... would be an awesome time of gratitude and reflection and celebration. Starting with today, the anniversary of my biopsy, my MRI and CAT Scan and my night at Fairview Hospital with my husband and father. Instead, it has turned into a horrible time of stress and sadness. Of panic and upset and anger. We still have no power. The stupid motherfucking piece of shit generator that Ryan has been miserably fixing, refixing, being kept awake night after night to fix, refix, and pour gas (read: money) into has turned into the worst possible thing that could have happened to us through this storm. It's brought more anger and stress than the comfort it may have otherwise given in the form of heat and unspoiled food. And it's basically because I cannot deal with having to watch Ryan be stressed out. And ever since last Friday, when we had a non-hurricane-related flood which destroyed the majority of Ryan's recordin...