Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Spin me round…

A shorter walk today but a walk nonetheless. Continued my audiobook which emphasized habits and how to stick to habits. I’ve been just telling myself to just show up to walking, same for writing. Sometimes I have nothing to say, nothing positive or negative. I just have nothing that even Baba Yaga is quiet. Went to see Dr C and cleaned up at the pharmacy and picked up 6 prescriptions.

Not only was the day quiet, my mind was quiet today. I am looking forward to watching the SF Giants game tonight as well as sleep! Last night was an abomination, it was hotter than sin for some reason. I mean, my sweat was sweating. It was nasty. I just kept tossing and turning. I’d like to get a good walk in tomorrow since mine was cut a bit short because I had an appointment with Dr C. I’m still on for the PICC line insertion but now need to make a proper appointment with COH as the PICC line is unique to their facility that will be transplant compatible. Dr C mentioned MD Anderson at the appointment and I instantly flashed to the DCC Candidate that was at MD Anderson. He mentioned it because there are different treatments courses. At MD Anderson if you get to a certain threshold of cancer cells in your bone marrow (in my case 20%) they give the body a little break from chemo. At COH, it’s full steam ahead – full blown. There is no break just chemo chemo chemo. I just keep pressing on, one moment at a time.



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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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