Winning

SSSSSSOOOOOO.....

This is for all the family and friends who read my blog but don't have Facebook, where I announced this morning:

-NO EVIDENCE OF LOCAL REOCCURRENCE OF MELANOMA

-NO EVIDENCE OF LYMPH NODE INVOLVEMENT

-NO EVIDENCE OF DISTANT METASTASES

IN LAYMEN'S TERMS:

NO CANCER OR CANCEROUS ACTIVITY!!!

I didn't tell anyone, but there was a suspicion of possible reoccurrence.

I have a cough that keeps getting worse, and of course oncologists and Dr. Batshit Crazy were preparing me for the worst outcome, and I was ready to hear there was more devil cells in me somewheres, and it is such a relief that I've made it to my two year anniversary. 

In the cancer world it is like graduating from remission to SUPER REMISSION!

Hitting 2 years is promising, there's a much better chance of it never ever coming back to fuck up my life ever again. 

For the first time in the last two years I feel a serious sense of peace, like this is actually starting to be behind me, not with me. 

I have to go have pizza and Jack Daniels now with my pals and celebrate my new status.

No new stage, just cured.

WINNING.

CRAZY HAPPY!!!

-E.

Too lazy to actually write, here's some photos with dumb captions and very little punctuation

My evening

In photos

SUPERMODEL WORK

Work, turn to the left, work, now turn to the right
Work, sachey chantey

Obviously this is going to make me laugh for hours

Staring at my pretty new Fleur de Lis Thomas Sabo charm for my collection- from my honeybot as an anniversary gift!!! EEEEEEE!!!

Made Chicken and potatoes with nothing but a little oil and a bunch of fresh herbs from my little balcony garden

I climbed a hill- a Koonunga Hill

Carved an impressive artisan pencil

(Just kidding.)

ER-MAH-GERRRRRRRDDDDD

-E.

Sorta random, little rambles, blood red, crazy tent

Well, I am bored and feel like sharing the few photos of my bro's wedding I have.

AWWWWWZZZ. Of course I was thinking of my nuptials. That's Andy in the background, My cuz KiKi's BF! He's looking' all... what's up???

Love this one, Fab Grandma Fran, my wonderful father and awesome mum, and me and my hubs. With a flash of Kirsten in there. (Kiki)

I used my tissue given to my for "my tears of joy".

I was like, DAMN! Should have done that at my wedding!

After many a Chardonnay, my Brother The Groom with a flash of Cory The Best Man laughing in the background. Ahhh gooooood fun, perfect wedding.

One funny yet awkward moment during the reception, this very conservative woman came up to me and Alicia if you are reading this I had never seen her before... but she had curly dark grey hair, shorter, anyways, she walks up to me after blatentedly staring at my hair for quite some time, and says:

Now, what would you call that colour?

Actually I was completely honest and said with a smile:

It's called blood red.

She seemed taken aback like that had to be a joke, but no siree, that there is the colour, special effects hair dye in BLOOOOOODDDD REEDDDDDDDD

Yup, blood red baby. Just in case you are wondering how I got my hair so fucking red, this is how.

I started with bleach blonde, that's how you can get it so bright.

Anywho, I am feeling strange from my steroids, these have built up in my system and I am becoming more and more powerful. I need about 6 hours of sleep to work, and somehow not tired... like ever.

It's a blessing and a curse.

Suddenly I got the taste for fine Champagne, and it's midnight. Wow, I am really not getting into the groove of RELAXING at night. When I took intron a I felt weird and wired with my home injections, and then I'd crash- late. That was almost the best because I was more likely to sleep through the side effects that hit by 4 am, so staying up till 2 made sense.

(I would seriously pop that Moet and Chandon I got from mom and dad, but I think Matthew would be mad at me for drinking it without him heh heh heh.... won't do that, tomorrow is a school day!)

 Anyways with the cancer drugs I developed a couple habits.

I'd drink tea and water constantly and have strange snacks, such as a pile of goat cheese with olive oil on it, pancakes with butter and brown sugar, gummies and kale salads.

Lots of peanut butter and grapes.

Or sweet apples. 

All night.

I'd feel so hungry then when I'd wake up I was never hungry, but forced  brekky on myself.

So blah blabby blab, I am OVER that shit, and going out to St. Paul area for some camping and straight up partying MAY LONG, oh snap.

Gonna be fun.

Hilarious but functional bed someone used backpacking in Europe... hey, gotta do whatcha gotta do I suppose. I'm setting up my 6 man tent whoopty whoop!

IN OTHER NEWS:

May I suggest you put HOBNOBS Milk or Dark Chocolate Digestive cookies on your grocery list RIGHT NOW?????

I'm pigging out on them right as I type and there are crumbs all over me and chocolate on my face these are soooooo goooooooood!!!

I took a picture, but I look too disgusting in it to post.

I curse my penchant for chocolate, but it is natural, me and chocolate.

Ok, so no goat cheese or pancakes at midnight, but I still must have some HobNob deliciousness.

I know I  am slowly returning to some kind of normal cause a little bit of a midnight snack is normal for me, not the buffet I'd prepare after my shot. In bits.

Anywhoozles, going to bed, gotta work, hit the post office, grab various items then fish with my husband.

YES! FISH! 

We betta get a fish this time, mama needs some dinner!

-E.

A van full of Birds of Prey

Lazy, not feeling all writer-y and stuff, so here I am throwing random pics at you.

And if you thought that there would be birds of prey in this entry, I'm sorry to let you down, it's simply a line I heard on wire tap a few days ago and laughed about it for quite a while.

These are simply Photobooth photos, god I love having a photo booth built into my computer.

Sooooo muchhhhh fuuuuuuuuun!!!!

Rockin' the Amy Winehouse wings with the MAC liquid liner and they tried to make me go to rehab and I said 

sure, sure sure

(sounds like a vacation to me)

Oh man I am totally showing off my blue blue blue nails, damn they look good.

Come over here and I'll paint your nails, any colour of the rainbow.

Here it is:

I am a BAGEL PIG.

Bagels with cream cheese is the ultimate quick solution to munchies/low blood sugar/ empty tummy,

so I always have them on hand, usually flax seed or twelve grain, and toast them to 4 and put em on the bagel setting on, the one Matt hates so much, and I think is the smartest thing ever.

I always buy full fat cream cheese though, the light stuff SUCKS!

Here is me taunting Miss Sabbath with the bagel, she goes bananas for cream cheese.

A sort of still moment....

Rare for Miss Sabbie.

Nicknamed Sabbathon.

Blurry bagel in the corner, Sabbie plotting her way to the bagel.

How bout some more silly photo booth pix???

Well they are happening.

Keeping Cancer away with an apple a day.

Whenever I have that, over salted, over meated, fresh from a bad and embarrassing cookie binge,

I reach for an apple.

So refreshing and restoring.

I will admit I do sometimes have dreams that I bite an apple too hard and break off teeth, and with my current losing teeth out of nowhere- a lovely intron a side effect- no bigs, booked a dentist appointment.

Gala and Red Delicious are my very favourites. 

Green apples don't quite do the same for me as a red one.

SO! I bought these cheepo sunglasses at some mall ten buck store, you know, Claires or one of the others, and found these glasses for something like ten bucks, and I can treat them like crap and they haven't broken yet, and still look good. I wished I had bought a few pairs, because sometimes when I find something perfect for me AND on sale I will buy a few.

Same glasses right?

Well yes, EXACTLY the same, EXCEPT in a dark brown colour.

I found this new pair at Wal-Mart a couple weeks wandering the Supercentre with John yessiree.

I can't tell you how much it excites me that I have a few (I bought two brown and two black, cause they were even cheaper at wally world.)

Accessories horder? 

Yeah, kinda...

Ok here's a confession-

I'm a hand sanitizer.

It didn't start until I started chemo and was warned to avoid getting sick, and always wash your hands, there is hand sanitizer all over the chemo rooms at the Cross, and with all the "sick" happening around you, you feel the need to use the sanitizer often.

I started collecting them for my purse, and went to Bath and Body works with a friend around Halloween and they had these spooky pocket sanitizers for like 50 cents or something, so I bought a ton of them.

Right now I'm using the best smelling one ever-

"Chocolate Chew- choccolahhh"

With a ghosty.

Cute and makes my hands smell like chocolate chews, literally.

I recommend you find this! Fentimans Rose Lemonade.

I bought it at the hippy mart, aka Planet Organic.

Here's the fun effects of my mac's Photobooth: Warning I look pretty fucked up in some.

 THE FLOATING EYE SEES ALL

Twisted Sisters

This is what our elementary school photographs should have looked like. That'd be awesome.

HEADLESS

I kinda look Christina Ricci-ish here.

I don't think I can let my husband see this pic, it's like the ugliest I've been-

well, on the outside anyways ;)

I love me some BIIIIGGG TEXAS HURRRRR!!!

Unfortunate accident?

 I once glimpsed apon a gentleman with some unfortunate affliction that made his face look pretty much just like this. It was on a train years ago and the image is stuck in my mind forever. 

Here I am recreating what I have to see in my mind everyday.

Well not everyday.... but sometimes....

With this neck I'd be super desirable in Burma... I think it's Burma...

Slightly cheesy thermal camera (not really, but cool anyways) pic to say goodnight.


I'm up way to late and could stay up taking more dumb pics but I have a big day tomorrow!!!


TOMORROW!
 I work for about four hours, zip to the Liquor store, come home and doll up ridiculously and await all the wonderful people who came to my side and helped so much with dealing with the surgeries, chemo, and all the crap.


I am gonna get Hobbema Valentine Drunk.
(Only a few of you will know who she is.)

Well, not until later, when things start getting messy.




LOVE Y'ALL FOR READIN' PRETTY THINGS!


-E.