This is a poem I wrote seven years ago today as I watched the events of 9/11 unfold. I'm afraid it's a very raw poem and not very "professional" but it was my heart that day. My heart hurt for those who had so suddenly lost loved ones, hatred took root as I wondered what kind of monsters could be that sick and demented, and fear took hold as I worried if my children were now suddenly in danger.

"Our Darkest Day" was published a year later in the book "911: The Day America Cried". All proceeds benefit the Todd Beamer Foundation & I am proud to say I did not receive a single penny of any of it! :)

I use to be one of those people who could blog everyday but for some reason lately that has all changed. The only thing I could think of for a post tonight was a mysterious story about these characters who are all killed in the end by the same vile dastardly villain. Sounds okay, right?

Um yeah, the story was about my vegetable plants and the vile dastardly villain is ME because I can't get a single damn thing to grow so they are all going to die a horrible death!!! We're talking hacked to bits by a weed wacker here. Don't worry, by the second paragraph I knew I couldn't make anyone else read that crap. *snort*

So I asked MonkeyBoy what mommy should write about on her blog and I'm afraid his answer was, "Write about how last night...in the bed...Daddy did that real nasty fart...in the bed...and I got way away from him because I didn't want his stinky fart all over me". Needless to say, he was disappointed when I told him that all daddies fart nasty so it was really no big deal.

Instead you are left with a Blaugh cartoon that pretty much covers my entire blog. A lot of NOTHING!! hahahaha

Have you ever had the feeling that everyone in the known universe is out to get you? Up until today, I've been thinking that it's mostly just doctors who have it out for me. *nervous laugh* Boy have I been wrong!

Today I had a dental appointment to have molds made of my teeth and I figured that since my top right molar has been hurting me lately, I would ask the dentist if we could have it pulled soon. It just so happens that he was able to do it today so silly me thought it would just be a regular run of the mill tooth pulling. I am happy to say that the tooth came out like a normal tooth and the pain hasn't been all that bad.

No, the bad part happened about two hours ago when I felt something hard moving around in my mouth. Thinking it was part of my tooth coming out, I pulled the object out to find not a tooth but a DRILL BIT!! That's right, the dentist had failed to inform me that at some point he broke the end off of a drill bit in my mouth. Maybe it's just me but I think that's something that should be shared with a patient don't you? Even my husband was shocked and believe me, it takes A LOT to surprise that man!

So tomorrow I get the pleasure of calling the dentist's office and asking them what the hell they were thinking (or not thinking) by not letting me know that there could be a piece of metal floating around in my tooth socket. I'm so fucking sick of incompetant doctors I could honestly scream. *sigh*

I would now like to open comments to anyone else who would like to share their dental horror story for the sake of making ME feel better. Just kidding but I would like to hear your stories in hopes that it's not just me that attracts crap like this.

After checking Statcounter today I couldn't help but post about some of the recent searches people have done thus bringing them to MY blog. Are you ready? Here we go...

6) "why does joanne have to be such a bitch?!"~ Well, maybe Joanne was just born a bitch and can't help herself. Maybe entering a program like Bitches Anonymous will help Joanne stop being such a bitch. Does Joanne think she's a bitch? Maybe YOU are the bitch. Think about it my friend...

Today I saw this meme on a new blog I came across (thanks to her linking to me first. haha) called So Anyway... and thought it looked cool. I also felt it was an easy ass way for me to finally do a new post without actually using any brain cells.

Enjoy!!

Accent: I honestly don't have one. I moved so often before the age of 18 that I never had enough time to pick one up.

Breakfast or no breakfast: most times I'm a no breakfast gal but some mornings I'm just a hungry bitch.

Chore I don’t care for: All of them? I am an equal opportunity chore hater- I hate them all equally. *smile*

Dog or Cat: We've got three cats so I should say cat so I at least look loyal.

Essential Electronics: Computer definitely computer

Favorite Cologne: Don't have one

Gold or Silver: Both. It's all about the bling, color ain't no thang! *snort*

Handbag I carry most often: This bohemoth black leather thing

Insomnia: I gots it

Job Title: Domestic Engineer, Professional Product Reviewer, Toy Expert, anything that makes me sound more important than I really am.

Kids: Well when a man and a woman love each other... oh you mean how many do I have? Three heathens. Do you want me to finish the reproduction lesson still?

Living Arrangements: All I know is that a large hairy guy walks around my house between the hours of 8-11am and 8-10pm so I guess we have a living arrangement of sorts. He pays the bills and sometimes I show him a little leg. *wink wink*

Most Admirable Trait: I'd rather laugh than cry?

Naughtiest Childhood Behavior: Getting drunk for the first time at age 11 probably wasn't a good girl thing was it?

Overnight hospital stays: Thanks to this disorder and cancer, more than I care to remember.

Phobias: heights, deep water, one of my kids dying, claustrophobia

Quote: "Your ass!"

Reason to smile: My kids

Siblings: I refuse to claim them!!! You can't make me!!

Time I wake up: Usually around 8am unless I'm sick and then it's 10am

Unusual Talent or Skill: I'd teach ya but I'd have to charge. *snicker* Okay so I really have no clue.

Vegetable I Refuse to Eat: Sweet Potatoes

Worst Habit: It's a tie between biting my nails and drinking a 2ltr of soda a day.

X-rays: Yeah, see the "Hospital Stays" answer

Yummy Stuff: Cheesecake. It's the nectar of the Gods I tell you!!

Zoo Animal I Like Most: Hmmmm I'd say the hippo because she knows her ass is big and she's okay with that. She's an inspiration to us all... let your ass expand and you too can spend all day in the pool!

So who else is going to give this a try huh? If you don't you're a big ol' WUSSY! That's right, I said it...WOO-say! Oh geez, now I'm channeling Mrs. Fussypants. ahaha

After the massages we headed put to the hot tub for a nice soak. At this spa there is a communal hot tub where both men and women can go but bathing suits are required and then in the women's hot tub (which is the one we used) it's clothing optional. I have to say that this was a very freeing experience for me because I grew up with the whole "you should be ashamed of your naked body" stigma. I was one of those girls in Junior High who would take her clothes into a stall and get dressed so I didn't have to see the other girls naked and vice versa.

This was MY day though so just like all the other women I tossed off my robe and enjoyed a nice nakey soak in the hot tub. That is when "Real Friends Get Naked" hit me and I couldn't wait to tell Leah. You know you're bonding with your friend when you see them nakey on your second "date". I'd say it will be pretty hard for us to top that one anytime soon but considering that we're planning on making our Mama's Day Out a regular accurance, that means more nakey friends time!! Woot woot!!! *laughing hard*

We rounded out the day with a trip to a little local book store, the Library, Sunflower Market to pic up some sushi for Hubby Guy, and then had a nice chat on the way home. Sunday the youngest two kids and I went over to her house for her son's third birthday party. It was alot of fun and her little boy was so cute opening his presents. The boy definitely likes tractors! LOL.

Thank you Leah for talking me into going to the spa. I had a great time and really enjoyed your company. Thank you also for inviting us to W's party. MonkeyBoy had alot of fun and is still talking about how great his first attended party was.

Yes, I'm such a "bitch" that I'm making sure no one forgets that Kirk Coiner is a deadbeat who owes over $20,000 in back child support for his son who is now 17 years old. Oh and even though Kirk Coiner has our mailing address he sent his son NOTHING again for his birthday this year. No card, no gift, no get fucked I don't give a shit....nothing. Nice.

Kirk Coiner can take hunting trips, fishing trips, etc but he can't pay steady support. Kirk Coiner can afford internet service (he was on MySpace last night AND today) but he can't pay support OR send his kid a card for his birthday. Way to be a man there.

The reason I keep making these posts by the way is because they show up on a Google search and since I leave the MySpace profile and blog open, anyone who is considering hiring Kirk Coiner or anything else can read all about him. Oh and no, Lacey, him getting a job does not mean support for me. It just means more money for him because he doesn't use any of it on his son so I really don't give a shit if I screw up his chance at some job.

I also do it because I'm tired of deadbeat dads who go on with their lives never helping their kids or taking care of them. Then they get with these stupid women who don't blame their husbands for being deadbeats but blame the MOTHER because she just wants help raising her child. Yes, to these women it's our fault that their husband is a deadbeat asshole. It's our fault we just want said deadbeat to help raise his child. In their eyes we should just leave the deadbeat alone and let him live his life.

GROW THE FUCK UP STUPID BITCHES!!!

Kirk Coiner's wife is like this. She throws a fit if her child support for her three kids is even a little late and even took her ex to court demanding her money but I'M a bitch for wanting the same thing. Anyone else think this is pretty fucking stupid?

I guess I don't get this kind of thinking because there are times I even write the checks for my husband's child support to his ex. That's money we could surely use BUT it's also money he owes to help raise his daughter.

That's what a DECENT person does. That's what someone who isn't SELFISH does. That's what someone who is RESPONSIBLE does. They don't fucking whine because the money isn't going to their own children.

Yeah Lacey Coiner, I'm talking to you. And if you two think you deserve a pat on the back for ALMOST paying a full child support payment almost two months ago...think again. I'll pat you on the back when something like that happens more than once a YEAR!

*by the way, I typed out "Kirk Coiner" so many times because I would hate for Google to get lost.

*snort*

righthand sidebar that is. *smile*

A dear lady I have known for about five years just found out that one of her children has A.L.L Leukemia. I can't imagine what she and her husband are feeling and hope never to have to go through what they are going through. It's a very scary thing and beyond imagination unless you actually have a child with Leukemia (which I don't so therefore I personally can NOT imagine).

Some wonderful people are holding auctions, gathering money, and have made a widget where you can donate money to help the family financially through this. I ask that even if you only have $5 to spare to please donate it. What would you want if YOUR child were in Serenity's position?

You can follow the family's story on the father's blog HERE. Thank you in advance to anyone who takes the time to not only donate but also read about their journey.

I'm embarrassed to say that over the last few months I've been tagged for quite a few memes but with things as busy as they've been I haven't been able to post them. So this is the beginning of MeMe Catch-Up. Sit back and enjoy. *snort*

Alexandra over at Not A Day Goes By has tagged me a few times now so I will start with her. Also, if you've ever tagged me for a MeMe that I didn't do please feel free to email me and let me know. I forget things alot so it wasn't on purpose.

Rules are:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules on your blog.

2. Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog, some random, some weird.

3. Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blogs.

4. Let them know they are tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.

~ I'm afraid of deep water. Swimming in the ocean or deep end of the pool are not options for me. I freeze up for some reason even though I'm actually a fairly good swimmer.

~ I met my husband in an AOL chat room. We just celebrated our eight year anniversary on May 6th.

~ Even though I'm left-handed I write like a right-hander so anything I write ends up being straight up and down instead of slanted like other people's.

~ I have claustrophobia so badly that I actually run in and out of my closet because the small space bothers me. I absolutely can NOT go into a basement or attic because they bring on severe panic attacks.

~ I just found out tonight that I like Smirnoff Ice Wild Grape. It is sooooooooo yummy and so far it's not making me sick. Of course, I'm only able to drink one bottle of it and then stop but still... I'm lovin' it!! Tastes like grape soda. ;)

~ In the eight years my husband and I have been together I have never really decorated a house. I've never painted the walls, hung up pictures, or anything else. No clue why except that maybe I'm afraid we're just going to move again (which we did alot the first six years).

~ I'm a good faker in the fact that I tell everyone this cancer is no big deal and doesn't bother me when in reality I'm scared as hell because I know it's going to spread to my bones and I will die a painful fairly quick death and there is nothing no one can do. Sometimes I cry over it when Hubs and the kids aren't around.

I don't know how odd, different, or cool any of those were but that's what popped into my head so I typed it out. Hopefully you learned something new about me with this. I'm not going to tag anyone with this one because I know lots of people have done it. If you want to do this then let me know and I'll put a link to you in this post so people can read yours.

Thank you Alexandra for tagging me. It's nice to know I'm still remembered even though I can't post as much as I use to. *smile*

Tomorrow is Mother's Day so to all the mommies out there... HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!

Today is mine and Hubby's EIGHT year anniversary! Yay us!! It has been a very long hard eight years and I honestly never expected us to make it this far. Our relationship is probably one of the oddest ones I've ever known of. Hubs and I are sarcastic people by nature. In fact, I think it's ingrained into our DNA. I swear, neither one of us can go through a single day without some smartass comment to the other one. People who aren't use to us might think we are arguing or being mean but in truth we are having fun seeing who can come up with "a good one". Odd I know but it works. I think I would have gotten bored long ago if Hubs didn't verbally spar with me.

Anyway- he works graveyard shift and I had my first appointment with a new rheumatologist today so we really didn't get to celebrate but he gave me a perfect card and wrote about the same memories that I wrote in HIS card. *snort* I also wrote him a heartfelt letter but he won't get it until morning because I'm a perfectionist when it comes to stuff like that and had to rewrite it three times. *sigh*

I did get to buy him some jellybeans though does that count? Even though I'm suppose to be on a no sugar diet I celebrated the day with a nice big slice of chocolate cake from Mario's (an Italian restaurant in ABQ). It was Heaven wrapped in chocolate I tell ya!

You might be surprised to learn that Hubs and I met on AOL in a chatroom. We started out as just friends and after six months of talking on the phone we knew there was something more there. I think it took us so long because I had just gone through a divorce in 1999 that tore me up pretty badly and he was on the tail end of a divorce himself (my ex wasn't a bad guy just too much of a mama's boy and we were both selfish. Hub's ex was just a fucking psycho!). In the end it all worked out though and eight years later here we are.

I guess it's a good thing that Match.com wasn't around back then because we might have never found each other! We are so different we NEVER would have been matched up! haha!

So again, Happy Anniversary Babe and here's to the next eight years.

Okay so maybe that's not exactly the right way to describe the past month but I'll be damned if it isn't close! Yes, I've been a bad blogger again but I actually have a valid excuse this time. You see, I had surgery on April 15th to remove that lymph node in my neck that was pressing on my artery. That day things went well and I was in and out in no time at all. It's the almost two weeks AFTER the surgery that were pure unadulterated hell!!

I won't bore you with all the details but let's just say I got fucked over by a doctor AGAIN. Well actually a surgeon but who am I to squabble over something like that. *eyeroll* I ended up with a HUGE FUCKING ABSCESS in my neck where they took the lymph node out. The really fun part was that my surgeon looked at my ever swelling neck twice and still told me it was normal despite it being hot to the touch, hard, and growing like a whole other planet on the side of my neck.

The only way I even got proof that something wasn't right was by waking up at 3am on Big B's birthday to my pillow and entire left side of my neck covered in blood and pus (it's okay to say "eww" I did) with a gaping hole where the abscess had busted a few stitches to get out. Yeah, it was great lemme tell ya.

I ended up in Urgent Care where they did an X-ray, took a culture, cleaned the hole out, stuck half of a swab into my neck, packed the hole with gauze, covered half my neck with a gauze bandage, put me on antibiotics plus steroids (as if I needed more of those!), and then got to repeat the 80 mile round trip every day for four more days. Ugh, fuckin' bullshit!!

I am very thankful to Urgent Care though for taking such good care of me and the funny part was that the doctor that saw me the first day was the same one who saw MonkeyBoy when he had his MRSA! She walked into the room, looked at me like she knew me from somewhere, and I told her "Don't worry, I won't hate you and call you a mean doctor". She immediately knew who I was and said she still felt horrible about how traumatized he was. I told her that it was alright that he had actually told me to make sure I got "his" doctor because she would take care of me. LOL

There was a good part to all this though. I am now thankful for the extensive nerve damage in my neck (which is much much worse after this last surgery on the left side) because I couldn't feel any pain from the abscess, couldn't feel them poking or prodding the wound, and I haven't felt them repack it at all. So at least I've been saved some pain for once and that makes me happy.

On Thursday they began sending a nurse out to repack the wound for me because with the limited range of motion I have right now and the return of my vertigo I was deemed not safe to go plowing through society. Damn killjoys! *snicker* I'm very proud to say that over the weekend Big B was the one who packed the wound for me and he did such an awesome job! The nurse showed him how and that boy has been anal as hell about keeping things sterile while he's caring for my wound. Now if only I could get that to carry over to his room I'd be set. *wink*

The abscess is almost healed now and my neck is the size it's suppose to be again. When they did the surgery they cut me lower than they said they would so instead of under my jawline I have a new scar right across the left side of my neck. That bothers me but nothing I can do about it now. People already stare as it is so I guess one more scar doesn't much matter at this point. I just miss that tall beautiful blonde I use to be but I guess this is one way to teach my kids several lessons firsthand...

1- Don't stare at people just because they may look different. It hurts them just the same as if you called them a "freak".

2- Beauty really is only skin deep and no matter how much you alter or scar the outside there is still beauty inside.

3- Never count on looks to get you through life because they can be gone in the blink of an eye.

All this cancer crap has taught them to be more understanding and kind towards people so no matter what I know this is not all in vain. If me being carved up like a Thanksgiving turkey means my kids learn to respect other human beings no matter what they look like then it's worth it. I'll take this one for the team. *smile*

Anyone who reads my reviews knows by now that I'm honest about the products we try and that it's hard to get all three of my children to like the same thing. For that, Kellogg's gets a thumbs up from all four of us and I'm really glad we tried this neat new cereal.

As the weather gets nicer by the day, I find myself determined to get some kickass spring cleaning done on this house. I figure we'll go room by room decluttering, scrubbing, and defunkifying every nook and cranny leaving behind a fresh clean house we can all enjoy.

Then reality bitchslaps me upside the head in the form of my oldest two children asking "Spring WHAT?". Cleaning you filthy little heathens.... CLEANING! That's when I realize that my chances of getting help from anyone in this house are pretty much slim to none.

Here is what Spring cleaning sounds like in my house....

Me: Okay this weekend you guys need to clean your bathroom (which you were actually suppose to do yesterday), the downstairs bathroom, fold and put away laundry after I wash and dry it, and I'd appreciate it if you would get the pine needles out from under the tree in the front yard as well.

*half an hour later I am having to search for people and as I open up both teens' bedroom doors...*

Me: "Ummmm Sis are you going to keep up with folding the laundry like I asked? Just wondering since it's backing up downstairs."

Sis: "Oh I was just reading my J-14 magazine so I'll do it later. Isn't Nick Jonas so hawt? Did you know that Ashley Disdale got a nosejob? Oh my gosh what did Miley Cyrus do to her hair? Pete Wentz is sooooooooooooo cute!"

Me: "No, I don't think Nick Jonas is hawt because I'm not a pedochile. Ashley got a nosejob so she could breathe. She had a deviated septum like your father airhead. Who gives a shit what Hannah Montana-Miley did to her hair? Unless she shaved her head and walks backwards now cuz that would be funny! Pete Wentz is fucking ugly and wears more makeup than his skanky looking girlfriend. Go fold clothes because this load has been finished for over 20 minutes now."

Sis: "Gawd Mom, I wasn't actually talking TO you ya know. What's the sense in me folding them if Big B isn't putting them away? Besides, I don't want to go downstairs and then have to come alllllllll the way back up here to fold them. I'm worn out."

Me: "The sense is that it's your damn chore so you worry about you and I'll worry about your brother. ALL the way back up here to fold them? Oh my hell, that's like what? 15 steps? Take plenty of water so you don't dehydrate on the way down. Worn out? What, did walking around Walmart with C looking for eyeliner tucker ya out sweety? Poor thing. *smacking my forehead and wondering if it's too late to trade her in on another cat* Did you do your part of the bathroom yet?"

Sis: "Ummmm you said we had all weekend."

Me: "No I said those were the things I wanted done this weekend not take ALL damn weekend to do them! Go get the clothes and fold them if you don't think the distance will cause injury or blisters to your poor tired feet."

*looking at Big B*

Me: "Have you put away the previous load of laundry yet?"

BB: "No, I was working on my playbook for when BBF and I get into the NFL."

*crickets chirping as I give him a "You fuckin' kiddin' me?" look*

Me: "That's nice dear but how about you come up with a playbook for doing your chores in a timely manner. Hell, I'll even make you a Championship ring for that shit! Do you think you could do your chores and THEN the playbook? Did you do your half of the bathroom yet?"

Big B: "No, you said we had all weekend to do that stuff."

*thump thump thump....which is the sound of me beating my head against the wall*

Me: "I said THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED TO GET DONE THIS WEEKEND NOT TAKE ALL WEEKEND TO DO IT!!!"

Big B: "Whatever, I'll get to it."

*this is the point where I'm seriously wondering if the almost 17 year old is going to make it to his 18th birthday next year cuz mama's about to lay down a serious chokehold!*

Me: "Okay I know this is shocking to the system considering that we've had the exact same chores and shit every single week for the last eight years but do you guys think that at 17 and 13 years old we could get stuff done in a time from other than at the last minute or not at all?"

Sis: *eyes roll so far back in her head she looks like Linda Blair*

Big B: *giving me that "I can't believe that bitch actually expects me to do something around here. I mean, I don't go to public school OR have a job OR volunteer anywhere so who does she think she is?" look*

Me: Bueller? Bueller? Frye? Frye? Okay well I'm glad we all agreed on this. It's been nice talking to you both. Really, I'm glad we can bond like this. Now get your asses in gear and get shit done or I swear I'll put Dad in charge and go hide in my room!"

Usually this wouldn't be such a big deal but when both of them sat at the table last week watching me play Twister with the washer and dryer as I tried to clean behind both of them, excuse me if I'm a little pissy. Gee, what AM I doing expecting two perfectly able-bodied teenagers to help clean up some of the mess that they help create everyday? The horror of it all.

Anyone happen to know a desert camel trader who is looking for new camel brushers? Worst case they'd probably make okay living step stools to a sheikh.

Any other parents of teens with similiar stories to tell?

I felt so kinky on Monday, I got felt up by a chic while two guys watched. GO ME!!!!

Okay so what really happened is the breast surgeon examined me at my appointment and I could have given a shit less that two med students watched. LMFAO.

The word on the lump in my right breast is that it does NOT look to be a form of breast cancer and is most likely metastatic medullary cancer. We are going to do another scan in three months and go from there on it. Of course, if it IS metastatic MTC then I am the only person this surgeon has known that has had it spread there. I'm going to have to check with my MTC group and see if anyone else has had it though because the folks on the group would know.

As for the the lymph node in my neck, I will be having surgery to have it removed on April 15th. It will be easy compared to my last cancer surgery on my neck so I'm happy.

I'm not going to St Louis at this point because the doctor felt (she's a thyroid & breast surgeon) we would cause more damage than good if we went after the other 12 cancerous lymph nodes in my neck. I already have a ton of scar tissue AND we already know the medullary cancer has spread to my armpits and lungs sooooooooooo no hurry taking out a bunch of little lumps. Same thing goes for the spots in my lungs. It just all stays for now and once they start growing then we'll turn to surgery and maintenance meds.

So all in all a good day. I get to keep what little bitty boobies I got and I finally get this damn thing out of my neck that has been pressing on my carotid artery and causing the mini strokes. I'm a happy camper!

Other than that it has been a pretty quiet week. I wanted to post sooner but I haven't felt too well lately. Nothing big just migraines and little irritating things. I'm going to try to write up a few posts for this and my other blogs within the next few days though so I can start getting into the swing of things again. I miss blogging and miss reading everyone's blogs as well.

Have a great weekend everyone and take care.

As always, things here are never boring. Since my last post Monkeyboy got a bug bite on his bottom lip and we have had a wonderful run in with MRSA, the results came back on Big B's 24hr urine showing that adrenal tumors are most likely beginning, and just all kinds of fun. haha

This was our first time dealing with MRSA so it was a little scary especially since no one bothered to tell us (doctor and then urgent care who had taken a culture) what the infection was until it was pretty much too late for the rest of us. Considering that I don't like the idea of ANY of my kids being sick plus I have a weakened immune system.... well that didn't sit too well with me AT ALL. Saying I was beyond pissed would be an understatement. Thankfully though no one else got the infection and Monkeyboy is doing much much better. To be honest, I didn't know a whole lot about staph infections before this month but boy do I now! Nasty stuff and I recommend everyone to read up on it because you just never know when it could show up.

As for Big B, we had elevated levels in his test results and had to see another endocrinologist (because his ped endo felt he was old enough to go to an adult endo) to decide what to do next. I felt really comfortable with this endo considering that he is MY endo's husband! After going over the results and talking to Mr Dr Endo the plan is to test Big B every three months to see how the results flucuate/rise. If it looks like things are going slowly then we will wait it out for a bit (because pheochromocytomas usually grow fairly slowly) but if it looks like tumors are forming quickly then the search for a topnotch adrenal surgeon will begin. There is no way in hell I'm letting any of my kids end up all messed up like I am. I love them too much.

So please keep my kiddo in your thoughts for awhile. I'd really rather things not come to him needing surgery. I think they've dealt with enough of this MEN2a bullshit already.

I am happy to report that I did not almost die this month. Amazing I know!! *smiling* Actually, now that I know what to do I see adrenal crisis being a very rare thing for me and I'm very happy about that. Now all I just need to make it through the upcoming appointment with the thyroid/breast surgeon on March 31st and things will be all good. To be honest, I'm scared about that one but really really hoping the lump in my breast is nothing and we can go back to life as usual.

Yes it's true, as of today I have made it to my 29th (for the fourth time *wink*) birthday. GO ME!!!