it was october… i was scheduled to go in for a routine skin check… you know living in AZ for 28 years and all… anyway… when the dermatologist… let’s call him “dr. keep your scalpel away from my face” stopped on the side of my nose and asked me what that was. i had no...
how i have found myself here again is beyond me? i thought when i quit smoking 15 years ago cold turkey after a 23 year habit i lessened my chances of hearing the word cancer…i knew it wasn’t an impossibility and to be honest i have one of the “easiest cancers to treat” go me!...
so. you would assume by the title and the way i spelled ruff that i’m going to write about my dog. i’m not. (see what happens when you assume :) ) i don’t have a dog. i would love a dog. i have enough to deal with right now. i do enjoy visits with my...
where do i start? no really. where? when? do i go back to the day the toilet paper disappeared? that’s the day that really freaked me out…not because i was worried about toilet paper, and not because i was afraid of getting or giving the virus…...
