Recharged

I have the opportunity to work from home; my blood count has been so low that I haven’t been going anywhere. Winter snuck up. Bit me like a snake hidden in the covered leaves. It started to get dark earlier, it’s been a tad bit cold. 

I let it sink in… I’m no longer the girl in the photos from earlier this year. Every insecurity has come to light. My health and my list of worries will never be the same. 


Obviously, my priorities and views on life have changed. My focus has been on getting through chemo in one piece, and now that I’m done, the reality of the “New Misty” is hitting hard. I continue to push it to the side, and then pretend that I can be the “Old Misty.”  But she’s not there anymore. I’ve been SO tired. So tired of having zero energy and so tired of feeling like I had Morning Sickness/Covid/Flu/Broken Bones/Bronchitis (ain’t no body got time for that)


Winter-Sminter…


New Years Eve rolled up on us, it looked different this year. I finished chemo, my side effects were still haunting me, just not as bad. SO…we went camping. 👏🏼 Cam-PING. 👏🏼 In winter. In a tent. The weather was decent and most importantly, we got outside! 


It was absolutely amazing and cost very little to be able to create memorable moments that we don’t get back. 


I also felt good enough to go for a run this past weekend. Seriously, get outside if you’re able to, it recharges everything. 


Until then, laugh until you cry. Find gratitude in each day. 


Back to the reason for this blog. Surgery is scheduled for Feb 6th. All the good vibes are appreciated. 


Much Love,

Soon to be Ms. Ex Cancer Tits


#cancersucks #getoutside #recharge 



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