Writing can be so hard, sometimes. I got my MacBook out, last night, and was going to start writing, and ended up texting a friend on my phone, while using iMessage to talk to another. I never even opened “pages” on my MacBook, to write. I had a great chapter topic, too.

Then, after all the talking and not even writing the topic down, it slipped my mind. Just fell out, like it was never there! It’s okay. It should come back to me. Right?

This morning, I thought of something great to blog about, then started chatting with the kiddo, because that’s more important to me, than blogging, or writing.

I forgot what I was going to blog about! Oh man! I’m losing it!

So, I guess I will just ramble my way through this blog post, and hope you all enjoy it.



I keep hearing about all of these people getting diagnosed with cancer. That’s the last thing I want to hear about my friends or their loved ones. Not because it puts a damper on my day. That’s not it at all. I don’t like to hear it, because I know my friends, or family are about to go through the most awful journey ever handed to humanity.

I know that the journey they are about to endure, will be rough. I know it isn’t fun. Most of the recent diagnoses have been pretty bad ones, lately.

“stage 4”




The things you don’t want to hear when you get diagnosed.

Before I heard about most of these diagnoses, I was talking about my trip to Atlanta, with one of the surgeons I work with. It struck a chord in his mind.

He started telling me about a doctor doing a research study in Atlanta. This doctor has figured out a way to inject directly into the cancer, and this formula then kills all cancer cells that have gone into the body. This doc gave lymphoma to 100 rats (I believe that’s the correct cancer, but I don’t remember exactly, can’t remember the doc’s name so hard for me to look it up. I know someone out there has better research skills than I do, so have at it, and leave it in the comments, if you find the doc’s name and facility!).

He injected these rats with cancer, then used the formula and it eliminated all signs of that specific cancer in 97 of the 100 rats.

Can we take a pause, here, and just think how amazing that really is?

Some new readers might wonder why I am writing this blog about cancer. No, my husband didn’t die of cancer. But cancer is one of the leading causes of death, right up there with how my husband died (heart and vascular diseases.

So, back to the doc doing research!

He later decided to inject rats with 2 kinds of cancer, and then only injected this cure into ONE of the origins. All cancer cells from that particular cancer were wiped out, but the secondary cancer was still there. So, in that experiment, he found he would have to inject the formula into BOTH cancers to eliminate it.

This study brings so much joy to me. As a very strange, very curious child, I would always think, “Why do humans have to have their entire bodies ruined for a possibility of removing cancer? Why can’t we just inject the cancer itself?”

Mind you, I never studied farther, or did anything with that question. But, now, I look back and I think, “damn! If only I had the resources, and not disregarded that question…”

But not really. I love science, and biology. I am that weird person, who loves when we go in to do surgery, and the surgeon explains everything we are doing. I feel like its a connect the dots game, or like we are fixing a car or a robot.

So, now you can see why this study makes me so happy.

I am excited to see the longer-term results. so far, each study participant that was cured is still cancer free.

And if you get a cancer diagnoses, please, don’t think its the end. It might not have to be a death sentence after all.

Because someone, who had the same question as I did, (most likely),  took that question, and did something with it. And that, is amazing!



My neighbors suck. Period. They all have animals who bark so much, all the time. One has a dog that barks, and it’s so high pitched, and screechy. It, literally, hurts my ears.

I have a neighbor, that lives downstairs, that is a complete douche bag, and has almost ran over kids in the apartment complex because he drives 40-50mph through the apartment complex parking lots. I really wish they’d put in speed bumps. He also smokes in the indoor breezeways, and we have a shared air system. It’s terrible. I am a little more sensitive to cigarette smells than a non smoker, as I smoked a very long time and quit about 4 years ago.

I like my neighbor Mani. He’s quiet, and respectful. He was the first one I met, when moving in. My brother started having really bad stomach pains and had to lay on the couch during the unload. Mani jumped in and started carrying boxes in. Unfortunately, he doesn’t live right above me! He’d be the perfect upstairs neighbor.

I should be fair. I have new neighbors, next door, and they’re great thus far. So cute! They were having a bday party, a few weeks ago, and knocked on our door for a lighter or matches. I had one, that I kept, of Mitch’s, a simple Bic. I let them borrow it. They brought it back with a giant piece of delicious birthday cake! They aren’t loud, either. So, jackpot on that note. We share one wall. The one by the dining room.



Race season is in full swing. I am leaving town this Friday, at 4:30am, to drive to Texas for my second race of the season. I am sad that Meg isn’t joining us, this time. She’s not sad, though, as she won’t have to hang out at this race venue alone.

I love Savage race. It’s great. I did my first one last week and had so much fun, even running it alone! But, Meg was stuck hanging out all alone, since there wasn’t a volunteer opportunity for her, there. She is excited about all of the Conquer the Gauntlet races this year, though. She gets to run the merchandise tent, so she’s never bored. She interacts with so many people, and gets free food and drink tickets, and she loves the people who run the race series. Watching her interact with all the strangers like a champ, is so fun for me. I know her. I know she is terrified, but I know what it takes for her to get up there, and talk to all these strangers.

She is brave.

She is scared, but knows it’s not dangerous, so faces it.


I am headed to Texas next weekend, then have a half marathon the following weekend. then May is Battlegrounds in Wright City, Mo, and lots of training.

Once June hits, I’m gone 3 weekends a month, and Meg will be with me, for each of them. She is going to hate going to Nebraska, since I am driving up the day of the races. HA! early rising this summer. At least she gets to sleep on the drive up.

When I told her I probably wouldn’t be doing as many races, next year, she was disappointed with me. She told me she liked all the traveling.

That made my heart soar! She is my little gypsy. I love traveling, too. As soon as she is done with high school, I or we are traveling, and I am going to do it for work, too. Maybe she can do online college, by then?

Meg’s birthday, in October. I am hoping I can get us plane tickets to Corona, California, so we can go see (meet in person) my friend I’ve had for 14+ years. Molly and Meg have been in each-other’s lives since infancy, but have never met, in person. Pen-pals to text buddies, to social media friends.

They are one day apart in age. We would be able to celebrate their birthdays together, which would be amazing! Gina and I have talked about meeting for all these years. I think I’m going to make it happen this year.

2018 is our year of travel.

West coast in October, East Coast in November. I can and I will make this happen.


I guess I could ramble all day about many many topics, but I have to get on with my day.



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