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Hate when people say "I'm not afraid of anything" cuz, like, have you seen things? They're terrifying. � MehGyver (@AndrewNadeau0) August 23, 2017 Several months ago, one of my old high school teachers emailed me to ask if I�d consider sharing my story with her moms' church group. (And by old I mean �former.� That woman hasn�t aged a minute. She�s lovely.) Her group had been focusing on the topic of �fearlessness in the face of adversity,� and she thought I might have, I don�t know, some insight on the subject. Which bwahahahaha omgggg nooooo. I am the opposite of fearless. I�m scared of at least 23 bajillion things. Also, I don�t do public-speaking. Not voluntarily. When I feel compelled to share something, I perch myself behind the comfortable security of a computer screen. I could hear the fraud police sounding their sirens. In a momentary lapse of judgement I wrote back, "Why yes, of course. I�d be happy to speak to your group." It took maybe four se...

My original goal here was to write at least one blog post per week. But I was busy watching season 2 of Stranger Things last week. And by week, I mean 3 days. Because how could you possibly take longer than 72 hours to watch it? If you have no clue what I�m talking about -- I�m sorry, but if you haven�t watched Stranger Things , are you even living? So. Why are you still here? Go. Watch. And then come back so we can fangirl together until our heads and hearts explode over how awesomely awesome that show is.  The past is in the past. Let it go. Now that Halloween�s in our rear view and we�re clipping along at a furious pace towards the holiday season, I find myself glancing back at the contrasting landscape we found ourselves in a year ago. Because I�m a well-adjusted individual who participates in healthy activities that foster self-love and contentment.  Sure, most people might think brooding over the past is self-destructive and demoralizing. Tomayto, tomahto...

I feel like I need to put this out there because it's making me squirm: I am not  a tech-nerd (though, let's be real, I wish I was). So if you are viewing this blog on a mobile device the header image likely looks like rubbish, but I just don't have it in me to attempt making things look pretty right now. Not when there are more pressing matters at hand. Like talking about my escalating lunacy as surgery creeps closer. Actually, the lunacy has been there from the start. When I first learned that I would have to go through chemotherapy, I launched into this frenzied nesting craze. After wasting a good 3-4 days weepily watching Downton Abbey, obvs. It was like being pregnant all over again. In my mixed-up head, it was like I had to prepare for a total domestic collapse. For a future where I wouldn't be able to lift a finger so I'd better scrub the hell outta these pergo floors while I still have a spring in my step!  A week or so prior to chemo, I went mildly beserk i...