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Random Stuff About Victoria
For the entire life of my blog, I have struggled to post once a week… my anxiety about hitting publish on anything less than rocket science is severe. But I have to let this anxiety go because THIS IS NOT THE NEW YORKER. If you were confused, feel free to excuse yourself. Today I am(…)
We stopped Elvis’s chemo treatment back in November… Paul said it was time. The effects of the chemo had become compounded; it took longer for her to recover every time and I found myself in an uncomfortable place where I was doing math to gauge the quality of her life: # bad days + #(…)
Elvis has stomach cancer. It will be terminal. I have been wanting to write this post since her diagnosis, but it took me a while to crawl out of the sadness cave.
If you have been reading me for a while, you remember my giant pearl necklace of invincibility. The way it works is that it is so giant and irritating, that the entire time you are wearing it you are distracted from anything that might give you anxiety, intimidate you, or make you feel less-than. You(…)