A boob emerges
On going vegan-ish (or: "Here, have pineapple for dinner")
You know, there's nothing like having a little cancer in your life to make becoming vegan and cutting back on alcohol be really fucking appealing.
I'm Midwestern. I snack on meat. So this isn't insignificant.
But I am giving this a good effort.
Still. Someone needs to tell the vegan community to work on their marketing claims. A cauliflower-kale-almond sauce is NOT a substitute for Alfredo sauce. Fuck you.
On walking my neighborhood
Shocking revelation: Not working decreases need for ritual drink
On "breast cancer pink"
Pink: OK for wearing to Barbie. OK for accessories. Not OK for the cancer center gift tote you get (with free parking!) on your first visit that tells you what your treatment plan will be.
It screams "I have cancer," just like those "chemo head wraps" will, if/when I get to that point.
Speaking of chemo heads wraps ... I already ordered a couple to have on hand. (See next blurb.)
On being a Virgo with a breast cancer diagnosis
I went into this with a will set up.
I've already spoken with my accountant, financial planner, and triathlon club for advice on how to navigate said topic while having cancer.
Y'all have only seen 1 of my spreadsheets.
I am a Virgo, hear me roar.
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