Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. An excerpt from one of my favorite quotes, it's something that is frequently on my mind. With the political, economic, and social climate how it is - diverse and combative, it's common for most to choose a side and defend it without abandon. After doing so,… Continue reading When do you become what you are?
March is endometriosis awareness month. Something that, ten years ago, would have meant very little to me. My best friend called me one day in 2007 as I was walking from Brady commons to meet my roommate at Cornell so that we could have lunch. My friend had been having pain and ended up phoning… Continue reading Endometriosis Awareness Month
A couple days ago, I got my new calendar! It is my seventh blue folder and I'm hoping the last (for now, at least). I then spent some time reveling in the practice of precisely writing my medicine and appointment schedule down and making new countdowns in my three planners. It's not very cute anymore… Continue reading Operation Build-A-Womb: Part 2
Ever notice how some tv shows, in an effort to be trendy, name their episodes after a song, allude to the title in some obscure way and call it a masterpiece? It's usually dramatically vague enough to tie into any hospital day and make some semblance of sense. Maybe I'll start doing that with these… Continue reading Every day is a winding road…
First of all, to define AF for my older readers: it means "as fuck" or a superlative to add to any adjective. (Ex. Cool af = cool as fuck = super, duper cool.) I've been known to be called "thick" in my lifetime. Not meant as a pejorative, simply something to indicate my size. There… Continue reading Thick AF: for Alcohol pads and uterine linings only
Two weeks from yesterday is when my transfer is! We are extremely excited, though per usual, I'm more emphatic than J. I thought I had avoided the headaches that come with this round of meds - or had built up a tolerance - but, they came slamming back into my life yesterday which is a… Continue reading Solo dos semanas!
I'm hoping that the hospitality of my uterus is a bit more under my control than my body's willingness to create massive amounts of eggs. I caught an episode of Friends the other evening as I was doing my chores and it was the episode where Monica and Chandler found out they couldn't have kids.… Continue reading Uterine Hospitality