Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

March 2023

  • Luck

    The first step is going through induction (chemotherapy). This is where I need to mentally be strong to get into remission. But because of my genetic markers – this cancer would come back if I don’t get a bone marrow transplant. Asian Female … it’s luck. It’s all luck. My culture doesn’t typically get swabbed Continue reading

  • Home

    I immediately ask J to drive me to school so I can pick them up. It’s early our day anyway. S is mad I picked her up early, she was at the end of her writing assignment. L has a big old smile cause let’s face it he hates school. We head home! We are Continue reading

  • Horses not Zebras

    Monday March 20 2023….I’ve heard of “Horses not Zebras” – but I don’t think it was ever actually used in conversation with me. I understood but don’t think I “understood” Blood blood and more blood. A new doctor came in with a badge that was from a department I didn’t want anything to do with…”oncology”… Continue reading

  • How did this start?

    The crazy start to the Leukemia… March 9th 2023 I felt I had a piece of food stuck between my left bottom molar and gum. I tried for two days to get whatever was there out, as in a flossed the living sh*t out of it but no bit of food came out. I wasn’t Continue reading

About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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