Tubthumping

I know. You are probably like Tubthumping? What the hell is that? These lyrics just keep going through my brain since Sunday night:

I get knocked down, but I get up again
You are never gonna keep me down


You may have heard the Cleveland Cavaliers won the 2016 NBA Championship. I am still in shock over it. Down 3-1 to the Golden State Warriors, the Cavs made history. They came back and won it all. THEY WON IT ALL. I can not believe I am writing those words. I sit here staring at my screen because I still do not know how to process all of this. I am almost 43 years old. In 43 years, I have never seen a Cleveland championship. FORTY THREE YEARS! I am not going to go into details about all of the heartache we have endured as Cleveland sports fans. You know it like the back of your hand. However, when you really think about it, it is just so sad that it took this long.

This is why anyone under the age of 30 will never understand. They will never truly GET it. I look at all of the people celebrating downtown Sunday night, many of them young, and I think:

"Do you appreciate what just happened?"

A life long Clevelander, I love my city. I love my sports teams. This girl is no bandwagoner. Browns. Indians. Cavs. That's in my blood. I was always taught that's who you root for. Rooting for another city's team, I am looking at you STEELER "fan", is a no no. There is one thing that Cleveland sports has taught me: It's never easy, but it's what makes us tough. Look, I get it. It's not easy rooting for the Browns. Basically 16+ years of junk football. That doesn't mean I go and root for Pittsburgh. It doesn't mean you root for Green Bay. That's the easy thing to do. That's the cowardly way out. What are you teaching your kids? You should be teaching them: Life is never easy. You dont just give up. You stick with your team. You root for the Cavs, Browns and Indians. Or you don't root at all.

Going into Game 7 I was a ball of nerves. All day. I could not focus. I had this part of me that wanted to be downtown. I had this other part of me that kept thinking, "Remember in 1997 when you were at your brothers apartment and you watched the Indians lose the World Series?". To this day, that was the toughest Cleveland loss ever. It was painful. It took me weeks to get over. So I didnt want to have to go through the disappointment again. That's the Cleveland fan in you. Always thinking the worst. I couldn't fathom being downtown and going through that let down. Even with a 4 point lead with 10 seconds to go Sunday night, I kept thinking , "How are we going to screw this up?".

When the clock hit zero, I didn't know what to do with myself. It's like I blacked out for a moment. I started crying. Brian started crying. Is this real? Is this a dream? Did that just happen? Oh it happened.

Enjoy this Cleveland. Relish in the moment. Do not take this for granted. To every person out there, I truly mean this. Drink every drop of that champagne. You never know when it will happen again.

I love you Cleveland-
-B

"Further"

Gosh I haven't blogged in so long I almost forgot I even still had this. Life has been crazy and quite honestly the last thing I feel like doing after an almost 12 hour work day is turn on a computer.

I started thinking about why I originally started this blog in the first place and it was because I needed a place to put my thoughts, my anger, my sadness and happiness all in once place. When I was diagnosed again with breast cancer in 2012, I just had to put my thoughts down. I look back at those posts and I can see how angry, frustrated and sad I was. And I look where I am now, and I am just so removed from those days. That's why I titled this blog "Further" and had to , of course, post the video of one of my favorite singers Griffin House's song "Further". Plus, I mean, who doesnt want to stare at him :)

I never thought there would be a day in my life that I didnt think about cancer. It took my life over. I couldnt stop thinking about it. I was pissed off at the world. And who could blame me, quite honestly. Those that told me not to dwell on it or I should move on with my life were right to a certain degree. However, until you have cancer you cant tell how people how they should react or feel. You have to go through pain, the anger and the sadness in your own way. And if that means being pissed off at the world, so be it. Is it healthy to react that way? Absolutely not. But everyone deals with things differently. I had to go through the process. I am an emotional person. I take things personally. And I took getting cancer, not once but twice, as the ultimate slap in the face.

These days I don't really think about cancer and my previous situations. And when people find out what I have been through they cant believe it. I look at it this way: It happened. I got through it. It made me a stronger person. It helped me realize what a strong person I actually am and how I can deal with anything that is put in my way. No obstacle stands a chance against my strength, my determination and my sense of humor. Because let's be honest here: You have to have a sense of humor to be able to withstand the bullshit that cancer brings into your life.

I wish I could find more time to blog but honestly it wont be about cancer anymore. I am no longer in that mindspace so I feel the words are just empty. I will, however, be happy to give you my opinions on such topics as The Duggar's, Donald Trump, midgets and creepy dolls......

XOXO
B-

"Wild Horses"

It has been a long time since I have written anything. And sadly, this blog won't be an easy one for me to write.

I have been pretty damn lucky in my 41 years on this planet to only have to deal with death of an immediate family member and/or close friend 5 times. Both of my dad's parents, my mom's sister & mother and now her father. My grandfather: Walter E. Young.

Grandpa was 95 when he died on February 17th. The last time I saw him was right after Christmas on December 27th. I came down with some sort of flu bug and had been feeling terrible off and on for a few weeks. That morning I was feeling REALLY bad and nauseous. I almost didn't go. But I thought to myself, "If something happens to him and I didn't go I am going to feel terrible". We made the almost 3 hour trek down to Barnesville. I really thought I was going to vomit in the car. Once we arrived into town, we had some time to kill before we went to the assisted living facility. My parents wanted to stop at the antique mall and then grab some lunch. Needless to say, I stayed in the car. Around 1:00, we made it over to the facility to see my grandpa. As we entered the room, he looked weak and was watching tv. He looked at us and it took a moment for him to realize who we were. It was nice to know even in his failing health, he could recognize us. Some, much younger than him, have had their memories ripped away from Alzheimers or dementia.

The first thing he said to us is that: "They are trying to kill me in here" while pointing at his drink. He kept repeating this over and over. When someone is that old, you are not sure if its just that they are delirious or are they really trying to kill him. And if they are......WHO is trying to kill him? :) We sat and tried to have a conversation with him. His hearing now was really bad. The worst I had ever seen. And although he couldn't hear you, he definitely wanted you to hear him. As he was talking to me, he was looking above my head. He stopped mid sentence and said "Do you see that smoke?". Of course there was no smoke but I thought maybe the ceiling light was playing tricks on is failing eyes. I started walking toward the light switch and he yelled at me, "DO NOT SHUT THAT LIGHT OFF!". In my 41 years, I can't remember my grandpa yelling at me.

Looking back at it, I am sure the light was some sort of comfort to him. Leaving the light on meant to him he was still alive. Of course I left the light on for him because I was not about to face the wrath of a 95 year old man. A few minutes after that one of the nurses came in and we mentioned to her that multiple times he mentioned someone was trying to kill him while pointing at his drink. She looked up at us and started laughing. She explained he was watching the news the previous week and there had been a story about a salmonella outbreak in caramel apples so now he thinks anything with sugar in it is going to kill him. Yup that was my grandpa.

I could go on and on and tell you so many great stories. But the ones I love the best are the basic ones. When he would take my brother and I fishing to the "boarding school". Which by the way, to this day, I am not even sure what the hell that was. Was it for bad kids? Was it for smart kids? All I know is there was a lake behind it and we went there to fish. I would grab my cane pole and bobber and big, fat earthworm to put on the hook. Most girls and some boys hated worms. I didn't. I would find them after a rain storm struggling to make it across the sidewalk and I would "save" them. Saving them meant throwing them in the grass where they belonged. Ironically, I didn't care that I was stabbing them to death with a sharp hook to try and catch a bluegill. Some love to cast a fishing rod far out. Not me. I was smart. I would put my cane pole right in the water about one foot from the shore line and catch fish all day long. It was honest, it was pure, and it was something I will never forget.

If you are wondering why I called this blog "Wild Horses", well, there is something you need to know about my grandfather. He owned and trained harness horses for 65 years. He stopped racing in his early 90's. Yup you read that right.

There is one thing that stuck out in my mind when the pastor was talking at the service. He said the following:

"You don't start living when you find out you are dying."

And that is so true. My grandfather lived every single day for 95 years.

I will miss you Grandpa. Thank you for all of the memories.

XOXO-
Barra

"Where Everybody Knows Your Name"

4 years ago, March of 2014 to be exact, I finalized my divorce and needed to find a place to live. The search was on. I first focused my search on condos. I looked everywhere: North Olmsted, Westlake, Rocky River, etc. I found the majority of them run down, outdated and quite frankly just basically like an apartment. I did finally find one I liked in Bay Landings in Westlake. But there was one problem, well according to my dad, : It was all electric. He was adamant that buying that condo would be a huge mistake because the electric bills alone would be crazy. Plus the HOA fee was something like $300 a month. Once I did the math, I decided a condo wasn’t for me. Also, the resale value on a condo sucks quite frankly.

I went back to my realtor and said, “Lets look at some homes in Fairview Park”. I knew the area because I grew up there from a baby until I was 4 and spent the rest of my life until college in North Olmsted. My agent took me to multiple houses. The first one, I wont forget, was on West 227. It was a cute house until I noticed the neighbor had some crazy anti-abortion sign right in their front yard. “Cross that one off of the list”, I told my agent. She then told me about a “cute” house on West 214. We drove over to it and I fell in love with it right away. What really sold me on it was the long back yard. Although you are close to your neighbors on the side, at least the neighbors behind you were far away. What I also loved was how well maintained the street was. You could tell people gave a shit about what their property looked like(well for the most part). If you went 10 streets over, it was a totally different story.

So I was sold. It took some negotiating but it was mine. All mine. I bought a house on my own. It was a massive adjustment at first. Coming from living in North Ridgeville for 10 years, it was so refreshing to have neighbors come up to you and introduce themselves. In North Ridgeville, we didn’t know any of our neighbors and we lived on a cul-de-sac! People kept to themselves. I always thought that was so weird and creepy. I came from living on a street in North Olmsted where everyone knew everyone. In Ridgeville, it was like my marriage: lost and confusing.

I am really not even sure how Gunselmans came into my life. About the time of our first block party, in the summer of 2010, Lisa and Eric just bought the bar. At this point I still didn’t really know anybody. I do remember the first block party and walking towards the Zellmers. I knew of Eric because we had mutual high school friends. Lisa I did not know but she approached me and shook my hand. There is one thing about Lisa that everyone can agree on who meets her: She makes you feel very welcomed and you feel like you have known her forever. And little did I know, how much we had in common and I am proud to call her my friend. The girl would do anything for you.

Christmas Eve 2010 was the worst for me. It was my first since my divorce. Having done the same thing Christmas Eve for 15 years and now you are sitting alone with your cats was depressing. I just wanted to get through the friggin’ holiday and be done with it. I remember sitting in the dark with the candles on, watching some crappy Christmas movie and just crying. My parents stopped by after church wondering if I was okay considering I was sitting in the dark. LOL. The following Christmas I told Lisa about my pity party from the previous year and she said to me “You need to make your own traditions. Come up to the bar. We close it to the public.”. So I did. And I had a blast. It was Lisa’s family, some food & drinks. I kept this tradition going the next 2 years. I don’t think Lisa knows how much that meant to me and how much then that bar meant to me personally. At dark times in your life you don’t forget who was there for you and who got you out of that hole.

Gunselmans, to me, meant more than a bar. It meant friends. It meant relationships. It meant going every Sunday and watching the Browns lose but cheering them on with the same people. It meant watching the parade from the best seat in the house for Summer Fest. It meant dressing up as the Cat Lady on Halloween and Lisa’s sister thinking I was dressed up as a Pussy Magnet. It meant going to the Christmas party and Brian drinking too much Christmas Ale and putting on Lisa’s sweater. I could go on and on and on but this blog would be 5 million words.

That being said, I want to thank Lisa & Eric Zellmer for giving everyone who went to Gunselmans a great time. It truly was a place where everybody knew your name---good & bad.

For the new owners, you have a lot to live up to. My only word of advice is: Don’t try and make it something it is not.

Cheers-
BT

"Ol' 55"

The first time I heard Sarah McLachlan was in early 1995. A movie came out called, “Boys On the Side” starring Drew Barrymore and Whoopi Goldberg. I bought the soundtrack and there was this song on there called, “Ol’ 55” , which was a Tom Waits song. It was covered by a singer named Sarah McLachlan who recorded it in 1994 for her album called, “The Freedom Sessions”. I remember hearing it and thinking, “Who the hell is this??”. Below is the actual recording of that version. They recorded it in the studio all together in one take with “a lot of wine” according to the liner notes………and that is what ended up on the soundtrack(Notice: Sarah is about 26 in this video!):



From that point I was hooked. The next cd I purchased was “Fumbling Towards Ecstasy”. To this day that cd remains the best cd I have ever owned. Always a music fan, this cd hit me like no other. I was hooked. I became a “Fumbler”. I didn’t get to see Sarah live until 1997. A new tour was put together called, Lilith Fair: Women in Music. At that point, her new album “Surfacing” was just being released so most people did not know who she was. About half way through the tour they did. Songs like “Building A Mystery”, “Sweet Surrender”, “Adia”, and “Angel” made Sarah a household name. I admit—I was happy for her but I also knew that my little musical find was about to blow up big time. Lilith Fair had 3 consecutive and successful runs. Artists from the unknown including the Dixie Chicks & Christina Aguilera to Indigo Girls to Sinead O’Connor to Sheryl Crow—just to name a few. Lilith Fair was probably my most favorite time ever as a concert goer.

I have lost track of how many times I have seen her live but I knew one thing was for certain: At some point I had to meet her. As you may know, my life changed on April 23, 2008 when I was first diagnosed with breast cancer. When I started chemo in July of 2008, I always went alone. I brought my ipod with me to those long & grueling sessions. Sometimes the sessions would last 6 hours. If you know anything about me, you know that music next to sports is one of my biggest passions. I have a weird thing when I am down and depressed I like to list to music that I can relate to. If I am pissed, I want to listen to pissed off music. If I am sad, I want to listen to sad music. I don’t know why but maybe it’s because the artist can relate to me. And Sarah’s music does that for me. Going through that in 2008 and then going into 2010, I knew my marriage was ending. Sarah’s next cd in 2010 was “Laws of Illusion”. If you have been through a divorce or going through one, you need to listen to that cd. Sarah and her ex-husband were at the time of it’s recording and it is painfully obvious. One of my favorite lines from that album is from a song called, “Illuions of this Bliss":

Oh I know I shouldn't stay
I should be on my way
Back to a place I know is real
But the lines are getting blurred
My conscience wont be heard
Awash in the illusion of this bliss


Fast forward to 2012 when I was diagnosed with breast cancer a second time. Sarah was coming to Toledo on June 27, 2012. I went to the show solo and met my friend Andy who drove in from New York. My mastectomy was a few weeks away so I just wanted to get away from it all and get myself wrapped up into something else. That something else was another Sarah McLachlan concert. I decided after that show I needed to do a bucket list and #1 on that list was going to somehow meet Sarah. I wasn't exactly sure how I was going to go about doing this but the next tour this was going to be my number one priority. For some people meeting a celebrity is no big deal. And I have to admit-my concern was, "What if I meet her and she turns out not to be the person I envisioned she would be". I will say I had heard mutiple times that Sarah was nothing but friendly, approachable and endearing to everyone she came across so my fingers were crossed that the same would happen when I met her. I mean we are all humans. We all go through struggles and are entitled to bad days.

When I heard her newest cd, "Shine On", was going to be released in May 2014 I was beyond thrilled. Tour dates were released with the closest one being in Toledo again. This was totally fine with me as I went to school at the University of Toledo and could kill two birds with one stone: hang out with my college friends one night and next night go and see Sarah live. But how the hell am I going to meet her? Well, just my luck they offered VIP Tickets where you donated to her "Sarah McLachlan School of Music" charity and you received front row seats as well as a meet & greet. DONE.

The week of the concert I started getting really nervous. What the hell am I going to say? What if I freeze? I wrote a paragraph down on a piece of paper and put it in my wallet just to be safe. The day of the concert was excruciating for me. My anxiety was at an all time high. I couldnt eat and only had water all day. I was so nervous I was getting nauseous. We headed to the zoo about 5:30 to go pick up our passes & tickets at Will Call. It was then I started to relax. I met a fellow Sarah fan who I spoke with on Twitter named Randi and I think that helped ease my nerves. Around 6:30, they let us into the facility and we headed over to the merchandise tent to meet with Sarah's team member named Mark. Mark arrived around 7:00 and I knew already we are going to be pressed for time(show was to start about 7:30). They took us to a building behind the stage that fortunately had AC on as I was sweating my ass off. We all stood in line waiting for Sarah's arrival(about 50 people?).........and enter she did:




So first thoughts when I saw her? Damn she is skinny! And just a natural beauty. The line started moving and I knew I wasnt going to have alot of time. As I approached her she gave me a hug:




I explained to her why I was there very quickly. I was diagnosed twice with cancer in the past 6 years and decided to do a bucketlist and you were #1. I gave her the note because I knew she was limited on time. She told me that she was so happy I was doing well. I told her "This means more to me then you will ever know".....then we took some more pictures:






I turned to her after the last picture and said, "Thank you thank you"....and I got another hug. We left the building to wait for eveyrone else and I think I was just in heaven. I was so beyond happy I can't even express it. To meet someone who you have looked up to for 20 + years be as classy, nice and beautiful not only on the outside but the inside? I couldnt have asked for more. Sure I wish I had some more time but I got out what I wanted to say and have ZERO regrets. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Here I am right after:



Oh and the concert? Well we had front row for that and per usual she blew me away. My friend Andy, who sat 20 rows directly behind us, gave me one of his good cameras and I ended up taking over 200 pictures. Whoops. Below is one of them from early in the set:




Thank you Sarah for being so nice and for helping me get through some really shitty times in my life. Your music saved me more ways then you will ever know.

XOXO-
B

"Heavenly Day"

Amazing song above by the way.......



It was a Sunday night in October of 2003 and I was doing a self-exam on my breasts at home. The self-exam was branded in my brain by my mom who lost a sister to breast cancer at a young age. I remember feeling it. It felt like a pebble or the size of a pea in my right breast. And it was close to the skin at about the 4:00 position. I panicked. I yelled down to my ex-husband, “Something is wrong. I feel something in there”. He felt it too. He was calm, which was his demeanor all of the time and of course I was panicking. It didn’t hurt. But I knew this might not be good. That next morning I called my OB and went in right away. She then referred me to a breast surgeon.

I was in the surgeons office(who shall remain nameless) who did the exam and was told I had a cyst in my right breast. The doctor had a difficult time aspirating the “cyst” and decided that it was nothing and I should come back in 6 months. Fortunately, I went back. This time the cyst was aspirated. Not thinking it was anything, I left the doctor’s office with a clear mind and not a care in the world. 3 days later? I get a phone call at work around lunchtime and these words come out:

“Dr ____________ needs to see you today in her office”

I hung up the phone and immediately texted my then husband.

• “She wants to see me today. I know its cancer”
• “You don’t know that. Think positive”
• “Why the hell would she need to see me today. Doctors aren’t going to bring you all the way to a doctors office to tell you good news”

I remember having a breakdown. I remember going into our conference room with Joanna and just losing it. I knew it was bad. I just knew it. I am even tearing up writing this because it still brings me right back to that time of my life when all things just simply changed.

I remember going to her office. It was late because we both worked and we didn’t get there until around 5:00. Nobody was in the office except the surgeon. We walked into her office and I remember this clearly about how messy her desk was. Papers everywhere. We sat down and she looked for my file.

“It’s here somewhere”

Proceeds to look. I am thinking to myself, “You have to be fucking kidding me”.

“Oh here it is……..yes you have cancer………blah blah blah blah blah blah”

I mean I just blanked out. Maybe blacked out. I don’t really know. You hear stories all of the time when people get diagnosed and then the rest of the info the doctor is telling you just literally goes in one ear and out of the other. Well, it is true. At that point she decided she was going to schedule a lumpectomy, where they simply remove the tumor. The surgery was scheduled but she also wanted me to have a MRI. Not thinking anything of it I went for the MRI. Now let me tell you something a breast MRI is possibly the worst thing I have ever endured. To be put on your stomach with your arms raise up for a half an hour and put into a basically a tomb is completely awful. You can’t move. If you move, you ruin the MRI and have to go through it all again. I got about 25 minutes in and started panicking.

“When are you going to be done? I need out of here!”
“Just a few more minutes Ms Terrigno”

When that thing shut off, I literally flew out of there. I can’t believe in this day and age of technology we can’t come up with a better device. It is ridiculous. A few days later, with my surgery scheduled in a few days, I get yet ANOTHER call at work for the MRI results. This time it’s the surgeon calling me:

“Hi Mrs Terrigno. We have your results in and we found some other areas we are concerned with so we are cancelling the lumpectomy and we are going to now have to do a core biopsy”

This is all over the phone, in my cubicle, at work. Again, I have another breakdown and I leave work. I can’t believe this. How did this go from being a cyst to my worst nightmare? I had the core biopsy done and it confirmed another area of cancer which was at the 8:00 position but back farther. It was at this point I decided to switch doctors and went to Dr. Robert Shenk at University Hospitals. There was no way in hell I was allowing this woman to operate on me. She would never return my phone calls when I would call asking a question. Her demeanor sucked. And I couldn’t get it out of my head how unsupportive she was when she told me I had cancer. Maybe she was used to telling women their worst nitghmare but there was zero compassion.

Switching doctors for me was a massive blessing in disguise. From Dr Shenk to Dr Soltanian, my plastic surgeon, to Dr Silverman, my oncologist, I can’t praise them enough. Although Dr Shenk, is all business, he is the best of the best at UH. I can’t count how many times when I was at UH and asked who my surgeon was the reply back to me was :

“You have the best. He’s amazing”

And same goes for Dr. Soltanian and Dr. Silverman. Just amazing doctors who always had your back. Also, my survivorship RN Marla Sustin. I can’t tell you how awesome she has been for me. Anything I need, I can email or call her and she always gets back to me.

As well all know the story didn’t stop there. I was diagnosed again on the left side in 2012. It was a very early cancer which was contained within the ducts but I decided at that time to just be done with it and do the mastectomy & reconstruction with the same doctors. No chemo this time but I went on Lupron for a year then had my ovaries out in December of 2013 since I was high risk for ovarian cancer.

For everyone who stuck by me, I want to thank you. For those that listened to me cry & bitch(especially the girls at The Gathering Place), I want to thank you. For those that treated me like crap, ignored me, avoided me, etc during those times, I don’t forget. You learn a lot about people in your darkest days. You learn who true friends are and who are too selfish to put their big girl/boy boots on and not make it about THEM. I learned little things like a hug can make your crappiest day a lot better. I learned not to tell people to “just deal with it” when they are angry. I learned it’s okay to be pissed off at the world because it isn’t fair that anyone has to go through this. And lastly, I learned that you do need to live every day like it is your last one. If you want to go meet Sarah McLachlan, you go and meet Sarah McLachlan. I am.


Peace & love……peace & love

B-

"Don't Let Me Down Easy"

I know I have been bad with the blogging lately. I just have been bogged down at work and then ended up getting sick which lasted about two weeks. So much so during the Kim Richey show at the Beachland Ballroom, I didn't think I was going to make it through her set. But I powered through it and saw an awesome show. And as you will see in the above video for one of my favorite songs by her "Don't Let Me Down Easy" she is amazing.


So this blog is just going to be random babbling since that is about where my brain is lately


☻ Sleeping: I have been having a hard time lately and struggling with insomnia. At first, I thought it was from the Mucinex I was taking, which I am sure didn't help my cause. However, now that I have been off of that for a week, I am still having a hard time. So klonopin has been my saving grace right now. I am thinking this is stemming from the menopause from the ovaries being removed. It sucks though. To be so tired you can not fall asleep can make you crazy or crazier in my case.

☻ Love: No complaints here! Everything is going great between Brian and I. I know thats cheesey and hokey. I hate people like that. But it's true. We are going to be moving in together in the next month or so which is very exciting. I am more just worried about where we are going to put everything so I might need another garage sale

☻ Browns: I am very excited about what the front office is doing. I was a little hesitant on the whole Alex Mack negotiation but when all was said and done I feel both sides got a great deal. As far as who they should pick with that #4 pick in the upcoming draft? I still say Sammy Watkins. I know we need a franchise QB but I am not sold on anyone that high. Watkins is a no brainer there. I just have this feeling though that the Browns are going to surprise us and take someone we aren't expecting.

☻ Sarah McLachlan: Well I did it. I am finally going to get a chance to meet her. On July 13, 2014 Brian and I are sitting in the front row at Toledo Zoo Amphitheatre and then we are going to do a meet and greet with her(or maybe it is before the show I am not exactly sure yet). Being a fan for 20 years, it has always been a dream of mine to meet her and just simply tell her how much her music has helped me get through some horrible points in my life. You know like the cancer shit and a divorce. I always have been a believer that music can pull you out of your darkest days and her music has done that for me so many times.

☻ Health: I am doing very well health wise. On April 23rd, it will be my SIX year anniversary from my first diagnosis. A girl never forgets that diagnosis date. Ever. So I plan on celebrating that day. I can not believe it has been 6 years. It will be 2 years next month since my second diagnosis. However, I am going to stick with the April 23rd date the rest of my time on this planet as that is the date that changed my life forever.

Hope everyone is well!

XOXO-
B