Positively Phoebe

I swear.  If I ever get back to just cruising along, nice and normal, without having to go to the doctor for something every week, I will be one happy woman.  Don't get me wrong - I am thrilled to be cancer free... but damned if I am not completely and totally frustrated by all of the lingering nonsense that stupid tumor and its treatments left behind. I AM happy to report, at least, that with very little need to dip into the butt ointment, my rear end is doing MUCH better.  All it took was no more baby wipes and no more soap.  And I am left with a much happier... everything back there.  So a big thanks to Dr. Williams.  Hooray! Yesterday, however, I noticed that the symptoms I was having last week that I thought felt like a urinary tract infection seemed to be back - and with a vengeance.  Pain.  Nausea.  Urgency - generally with no results.  I felt horrid most of the day and this morning I decided it was time to deal with it a...

The events that I woke up to this morning could not have brought into sharper focus what a massive pile of shit this year has been and how ready I am for it to be OVER... In a way, I'd kind of forgotten how long I have been "sick".  See, the symptoms that should have been major red flags that something was drastically wrong with my body began just about a year ago.  Most of you reading this probably don't know that last December, I started having some super-weird irregular bleeding.  It scared the hell out of me, cause it wasn't just like having a period.  It was redder.  Thicker.  Often with blood clots the size of grapes.  I'd forgotten the exact timeline of it all until I busted out my old phone last night and looked through the app in which I'd been recording all of the symptoms starting last December. On December 21st of last year, the bleeding began.  On New Year's Eve last year, I was calmly getting ready for Ryan's Boys from ...