This essay was originally published on July 9, 2015.
“Sweet Jesus in a Jeep” is a popular expression of frustration I see time and time again on social media. I refrain from using it, since I am Jewish, but I’ve been known to verbally exclaim “Jesus Christ!” on a regular basis to express frustration about many things. At present, I am in a position where I am completely flummoxed, and there isn’t an adequate expression to describe my frustration with the raging mammography debate.
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This essay was originally published on May 13, 2015.
Who likes buffets? If you do that’s totally fine. I won’t begrudge you, but I will share my thoughts:
I think buffets are evil. I think they are a bastion for those among us who have annoying food proclivities that border on being textbook eating disorders. They are all about quantity as opposed to quality. They illustrate the inherent gluttony of North Americans who think that multiple trips to the food troughs qualify as exercise. Number of times I’ve been to Las Vegas: three; number of buffets I ate at: zero. They remind me of my insane Canadian family.
Continue reading Tamoxifen, Sandra Lee, Mammography, and DCIS
This essay was originally published on May 5, 2015.
Today is my 48th birthday, and I declare that I am entitled to rant a bit (not that I’ve ever refrained from ranting before) about what I’ve gone through during the past year and what it has taught me.
As you might expect, my first birthday post-breast cancer diagnosis is a bit different from all the others. I’m not really thinking about my mortality; what I am thinking about is how my view of the world has changed over the past 12 months. So, buckle up and read on:
Continue reading Natal Indulgence (Happy Birthday To Me)