Chemo brain makes me feel as if I don’t exist for myself, just for others.

I want someone to say to me that God doesn’t give you more than you can carry. Just so I can punch said person. That would be a nice change from throwing things, don’t you think?

“I’m thinking… crap, I mean golly gosh darn… this is a grown ass tough hockey player. What is going to happen to me?” …

I am waiting around for Tumor Tuesday. I would much prefer Taco Tuesday, but it’s not on the menu.

I have been taking my anger out on my husband recently, for being a flawed human being. I really should have married that perfect, flawless man that doesn’t exist anywhere.

Here are two real time, real life examples of how to get your husband’s attention after 30 plus years of marriage.

If you have ever wondered what it feels like to be diagnosed with the “C” word, maybe I can help. Disclaimer… not all mind games apply to all people.