I’m trying to grow up and be a good person and be very adult like about things such as life, death, taxes, you know. That old chestnut.

It’s kind of rough.

So we’re making a plan. A plan that involves refusing to buy into any supposed expiration dates for people.  Most specifically, my mom. After her last test, they just sent us all home and said it would be a couple of months more and then that would be it.

However, we think that’s a load of crap and we don’t like it, so we are trying something different.

Cancer sucks, though. I need to get that in there. It really, really sucks. And for those of you who think that our advanced civilization has the cancer problem beat, I am here to tell you that it most certainly does not. There’s so much talk about the advances we’ve made in breast and prostate cancer, but there are so many other kinds of cancer that don’t have the same kind of funding for research, and even then, people are still dealing with those cancers, too, and all that funding doesn’t seem to make a dent in the number of people who get the cancer in the first place. If we don’t figure out why there are so many people whose bodies are attacking them with these rapidly multiplying cells, we are all going to have to deal with this at some point. 

So what do you do when your doctor sends you home and gives up?

Well, you buy a book. The book we’ve started with is called Anticancer, and it’s all about changing how you think and what you put into your body, and exercise, and all that good stuff. And then, after you read that, you find other books, like Radical Remission, and you realize that people do live through terminal diagnoses. It happens, and it happens more than we hear about.

So you make a plan, and you decide to go with positivity, meditation, massage, healthy eating and exercise. Rather than just sinking into the pit of despair. 

And that’s that. That’s where we’re at. We WILL be hopeful. We WILL beat this.  My mother IS NOT a statistic. There is no lying back and accepting this. 

We are going to eat all the vegetables.

I ate mushrooms yesterday and asparagus on Saturday, ON PURPOSE.

I know. That’s crazy. But not any less so than the last two years have been. Let’s go.

Just wrote my first blog post in weeks (Google locked me out for some reason, but today I got it to work), and I realized it was seriously depressing.

A whole page of sick people, more sick people, blah blah blah blah blah.

Anyway, I deleted it all and decided to just post this pretty picture. My husband has always hated my Subaru (issues with the transmission and this weird noise from the back end), so he surprised me yesterday while I was home sick with a gross chest cold. Yep, drove up with a surprise new car, just for me.

Because he’s sweet and it’s just been so crappy for so long, he thought I needed a boost.

Meet Vanilla Thunder...

Eeeeeeeeeeeee! So cute. And much less soccer carpoolish. Not that that’s a bad thing, just not my thing, ha ha. Life is still ever so lifey, but gee whiz, my husband is the best.

Hey! It’s 2018!

Yeah, we woke up this morning to a busted heater in our bedroom and the start of a diet, so that’s pretty awesome. Otherwise, I’ve decided that I will make this the year of not worrying about it.

Ha ha ha ha ha.

No, but really, I’m trying not to be actively pessimistic. I was trying for optimism earlier in 2017, but I think that’s just not a good fit for me. Plus, it never works out and then I just feel like crap. So, this year, I am going for a non-optimistic, non-pessimistic, middle ground. That way, I’m more in the moment. My meditation regime worked, so maybe this’ll work, too.

Or not. But, either way, maybe it’ll be less stressful.

Dieting, though. Ugh. I am not a fan. I’ve been on a diet my whole life, and it hasn’t worked yet. Oh, well. I’ll keep going.

Not optimistically, that’s for damn sure. But not pessimistically, either. I guess.

So...onto 2018 and all that. Have a (fill in your own personal choice of an adjective) New Year. Woohoo.