was the diagnosis day. I'm not sure how I am supposed to act today. I feel as though I'm supposed to do something special, but I kind of feel numb. Last year news came that threw my world into a whirlwind. Thanks for a year of love, prayers and good thoughts. I felt them all.
If you see me, just smile. That's all I want.
With love,
K
A tale of my fight and conquer over cancer. It's no fairy tale; it's a warrior tale.
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Among the Wildflowers

I report to you from the melting city of Madison. The bit of snow is melting vigorously. I am a big fan of this winter. We had the best of both worlds - pretty snow and warm days.
I started physical therapy (PT) this morning. I am very excited to continue the exercises and stretches that my physical therapist assigned to me. I have a drive within to progress the mending quicker than expected. My physical therapist was great and he has my optimism soaring. I can't ask for anything more on those fronts.
I had another dose of the magic juice last Thursday. I was very nervous for my spinal chemo since the last couple were a bit of a struggle due to scar tissue forming. Too many pokes of the needle. All the worry was a waste - things went smoothly. All of the discussions with my Northwester posse were happy reports and so the smiling carries on.
Unless if you live under a rock, you know that yesterday was Valentine's day. I have a beautiful bouquet of lilies as a souvenir. Ross pulled out all of the tricks. He cooked dinner with Michael Buble crooning in the background that was lit with candles. What a guy.
Last year we skimmed over Valentine's day because I was with Erin rocking out to Ozzy and Slash. Great times spent with my sister. She'll be visiting Madison this spring :)
Things have perked up a lot since the beginning of the year. I'm going to roll with it. Smile!
Today's theme: Tom Petty - Wildflowers - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1G-42RYWRvE
Thursday, February 2, 2012
A simple round of conversation
Yesterday marked a momentous occasion - my wig is officially retired. I went into the office without my wig and received many compliments on my "hair cut." I've told a few people this next bit already but it's worth a repeat. With this hair do, I need to buy some owl stuff and a few over-sized flannels. It is so hipster. I will have to wear it with irony.
Random thought - do you think the first "r" in February feels under-utilized? I imagine it's the skinny, kid saying "What about me?" in gym class. Or am I the only one that completely skips over it when saying February?
Another random thought - when I was researching how to raise Emma a lot of sites warned that puppies will sometimes have issues about separation anxiety. They did not warn about MY separation anxiety. Maybe she can hide under my desk when I come to the office. She would totally fit under my desk. I hope she misses me this much too... I hope she's blogging about my absence.
A final random thought - a compilation of songs serve as a guidebook to life. I popped in some of my high school cd mixes and happily sang and drove from Milwaukee. There are times when a certain song comes on and it seems like it was written for you. Do you find that too?
la-la-la-love,
Katrina
Random thought - do you think the first "r" in February feels under-utilized? I imagine it's the skinny, kid saying "What about me?" in gym class. Or am I the only one that completely skips over it when saying February?
Another random thought - when I was researching how to raise Emma a lot of sites warned that puppies will sometimes have issues about separation anxiety. They did not warn about MY separation anxiety. Maybe she can hide under my desk when I come to the office. She would totally fit under my desk. I hope she misses me this much too... I hope she's blogging about my absence.
A final random thought - a compilation of songs serve as a guidebook to life. I popped in some of my high school cd mixes and happily sang and drove from Milwaukee. There are times when a certain song comes on and it seems like it was written for you. Do you find that too?
la-la-la-love,
Katrina
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