Tag Archives: “Arrested Development”
Happy New Year! We’ve begun a fresh chapter: The Something Of Our Ways. Hope to see you there…
When I was diagnosed in October 2009, I was vaguely aware of one woman who had been through the experience before me. I felt isolated. Targeted. Stupid. Alone. Sadly, I don’t feel alone now. There are too many of us. … Continue reading
A year ago yesterday, was my first day back to work. But yesterday, wasn’t. Lucky, lucky me. Before cancer, I led a charmed life. And I knew it. I was happy. I was healthy. With two delicious daughters. And a … Continue reading
“You can keep them bottled up, but they will come out, Michael. Sometimes in the most unexpected… Hey, where the @!*# are my hard-boiled eggs?!“ – Tobias Fünke. Good Grief! Arrested Development 2004. My life is brimming with beautiful people. … Continue reading
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In October 2009, I was desperate to have both breasts removed. Thanks to my insistent surgeon, I didn’t. They’re small. They’re lopsided. There are scars on both. But they’re here. And so am I. Lucky me.
When Mark lost his job last month, a friend grinned, “When one door closes, another opens… Sometimes, 17 others open.” And it’s been true. Possibilities have been popping up ever since. Possible new paths for Mark. And, surprisingly, hints of … Continue reading
Three weeks ago today, Mark lost his job. It was no laughing matter. But, thanks to a whack of relevant AD quotes, we laughed a lot that day. Often, it’s not what happens so much as how we frame it. This weekend, I … Continue reading
Life is short. And I’m the hard-earned new me. So, why must I continue to let braggarts, bullies and poseurs get under my skin? Really. I need to know why. So I can stop. Enough, already.
Back in December, I got pretty freaked out about a line of lumps along my right arm. I fretted. I frenzied. And celebrated big when I got the good news. Two weeks ago, I had the long-awaited ultrasound and left … Continue reading
Hooping, it turns out, is perfect post-breast-cancer-treatment therapy. Almost. It challenges my co-ordination, balance and spatial awareness. It entirely occupies my mind. Its frantic, erratic arm movements sneak my damaged limb into places I thought I’d left behind. It allows … Continue reading
Mr. Social Media hit the national TV screens again tonight. What that means for your weekend at 46:21. p.s. You can watch Mark’s Peace, Order and Googleable Government video, here.
I took a timeout from teleworking today to enjoy a walk with Phaedra. As my ever-burgeoning buttocks bounced happily behind me, I wondered what tweaks to my daily habits might reverse that jiggling trend. A young man caught up to … Continue reading
Well, then, Tobias… follow those dreams. Make those dreams happen. — Tobias Funke, Visiting Ours Courage is not the absence of fear but rather the judgment that something is more important than fear. The brave may not live forever but … Continue reading
In the first few years after it, Jay and I laughed that our 7650 kilometre coast-to-coast cycling slog had eliminated all chances of future adventure. Once-thrilling ski and bike tours, tough as they were, left us unfulfilled. Our bang bar … Continue reading