In a way, I regret starting a blog here. I don’t regret blogging again–I’d forgotten how much I enjoy it (once upon a time, Dear Frantic Googler, there was a girl named skits who wrote a blog called Gratuitous Sax and Senseless Violins and she was very, very happy). My biggest issue is the name “a little c”. Granted, I started this so I could discuss my (swashbuckling!) adventures with cancer, and I also realize that even though this particular jaunt is over, there is always the chance that a sequel will spring up (“a little c2: electric boogaloo!”) and I will spend the next 5 years taking tamoxifen every day and having yearly PET scans and mammograms and all the other little extra things you have to do once you’ve been diagnosed with cancer. So, it’s not like I’ll wind up with nothing to discuss around here, cancer-wise.
There is so much more to ME than breast cancer. I feel like…if I allow cancer to overtake my online presence, if cancer is all I talk/blog/create about–then I may as well just rename this blog to THEHUGEGINORMOUSBIGCTHATSUCKEDAWAYEVERYTHINGIUSEDTOBE (dot wordpress dot com) because even if it didn’t kill me, I’ve let cancer score the last point by allowing it to take over my life. I swore to myself I wouldn’t let that happen. But, my name has put me into a niche –“breast cancer blogger”. Which…oh FINE. Yes. That’s what I am right now.
I’m also an artist. I’m an explorer. A shiftless dreamer. A hopeless romantic. A caffeine addict. I like Boca burgers and dark chocolate and sushi. I believe in God, but if you send me an email full of animated doves and dancing roses telling me I need to resend it to everyone I know so they’ll know that I believe in God, I will delete it without blinking once. I’m fiscally moderate, but socially? I’m big bleeding heart liberal. I voted for Reagan. I also voted for Obama and will do so again because I think the GOP has, for lack of a better term, completely lost their shit over the last few years. I cringe every time I hear someone say that Fox News is ‘fair and balanced’. I can’t discuss health care without getting super emotional because having cancer has ruined me financially and the idea that I have to choose between keeping my house insurance or keeping up my COBRA payments is abhorrent and I don’t think that’s a choice anyone should have to make. I don’t own a soapbox, but I do keep a rental on standby just in case I need to climb up onto it. I am a breast cancer survivor and I can’t seem to be as outraged by Komen as I kind of feel I need to be when I read other blogs. Where is my outrage? Maybe I spent it all on the healthcare debate. Maybe it’s a slow burn and in a few years, I’ll explode with righteous anger. I like horror movies. I love books. I hate Twilight. I love photography. (especially horror photography, much to the chagrin of my sister) I like to cook and my specialty is carnitas. I can be melodramatic and I can be the only calm one in the bunch. I will hold your head when you vomit, because puke doesn’t bother me, but if you spit in front of me, I get queasy and you may have to hold MINE. I only drive stick shifts. Even when my hair was down to my waist, I wore wigs for fun. I smell like chocolate. I’m a mom, a sister, a daughter. I’m a lover, not a fighter. I’m a bitc….If I keep this up, it’ll turn into a Meredith Brooks song, so I’ll stop right here.
Wow. I digressed from the whole “Maaaan, why did I name my blog ‘a little c’?” thing, didn’t I? .
SO. I could stay the all cancer channel here and start a new blog somewhere else, but I’m far too lazy to do that so I think I’m going to stick with this. Sometimes, there will be talk of cancer, because that is something that has happened to me, and will continue to happen…but, there are lots of other c words I like. Candy. Caffeine. Coke. Chanel. Coffee. Chihuahuas. Because, ultimately, this is the ME channel. All me, all the time. Wendy 24/7.