My Kick Ass, Fuck Cancer T-Shirt

So, the day before my 4th cancer anniversary I was mulling over what the next day was going to mean to me and I was wondering how I should celebrate it. The absolute biggest thing to me these days is just having a normal low key life. After all of the upheaval, 'normal' and 'non eventful' never looked so good. Last year I had to spend my entire day having various forms of doctors looking inside various cavities of my body just to see what was going on in there. Having my body to myself this year was all I really wanted...

or was it?

I knew that deep in my heart I wanted the Fuck Cancer T shirt that I've been planning to make since I was sitting in the hospital, bald as a baby bird. I also felt this little pang. I had bungee on the brain. I know that my body is pretty slow now but that doesn't stop that inner daredevil from existing. The chemotherapy that destroyed my immune system did NOT kill it off. It just sits, quietly behaving, waiting for things to get better...

but it can't control the occasional outburst.

Next thing you know I hop in the car and head downtown to the T shirt making place, where I met Mariah.

I picked a shirt and she helped me mull over the selection of letters that would immortalize my innermost feelings. Should it be glitter silver? Or red so it doesn't stand out so much? Or a rainbow, 'fuck', and silver, "cancer'? In the end we decided that what could be better than a glitter rainbow saying, "fuck cancer'?


I tried not to stare at her while she carefully placed the letters but I couldn't help being there for the final moment of glory.



Mariah was such a good sport and made the whole process a lot more fun with her smiles.


So I went home and did a bunch of arranging of the kiddlets because I would be gone overnight, and I was off!



Over the mountains towards my next adventure.

Fun

I haven't been blogging as much as usual because I'm having such grand adventures. I've been doing slightly better and I got my camera back! Having my camera=adventure. For some reason, when I have it, that is when the neat stuff happens....but then again, maybe we make our own neat stuff.

To start off with, when I recieved my camera back from the camera hospital, there was this photo on it for me. Thanks camera guys! I love it!

Next I went to a hidden cove where I had to contend with many stairs.


It was well worth the effort.


But in my peaceful oasis I had a sudden visitor.


He/She wasn't very happy with me that I was blocking his/her path across the beach. I eventually got hissed at so I went on my way. After all it wasn't just my peaceful oasis.

Yesterday I went up a nearby mountain and tried out my new camera remote. I had a blast. An, exhausting, exhausting blast.





I can't even believe it's winter.

Back to my second Photoshop class this afternoon!