Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Just feet

Open Note: “Dear Husband, I sincerely appreciate you including your extra duties like the role of Tooth Fairy. However whisper screaming “BBBbbaaabbbbeeeee! Where do you want me to put the tooth?!” Doesn’t help me go back to sleep when I get up to pee. It freaks me out. I’m awake now at 4:30am…thanks. Love, Wife.”

Scheduling the ultrasound this morning was interesting. Not only did they tell me because the order wasn’t stat” it would be a 5-7 day approval process through insurance. So that was lovely…2 hours on the phone later – I had a scheduled appointment. They found a blood clot so now I need to wait to see what Dr P wants to do. Either take out the picc (which would be inserted at transplant) or get on blood thinners. I wouldn’t mind getting the picc out to be honest – the hope is that this would be my last chemo session.

Potentially the last chemo session 🫶🏻

I’m cautiously hopeful but since I’ve been let down before I can get my heart carried away. Baba Yaga starts talking when I am too hopeful. Dr P said there was a 10/10 match, there would still be further testing for viability along with the donor’s continued desire. There is a tentative date in early August but it all depend on the testing and the donor as well.

Just got home from chemo. All done and now I spend the rest of the night like a potato or carrot.

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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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