Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

Starting Line

The starting line. Sound odd because I’ve been fighting this cancer for the last 6 months. When I first got cancer in March, the goal was to be in medical remission and then look for a donor. Dr C told me from the very start – my AML is in the med/high risk category which will need a transplant for any future success. His way of saying if you want to live, this is your only option. But he didn’t want me to focus on that at the time. Climbing that mountain would come in time – it wouldn’t be right now.

My immediate focus of going through 7 + 3 chemo first. But my first round of chemo unfortunately didn’t kill all the cancer – I had not reached medical remission, so an additional rounds was needed. (A touch up as M called it). By the time I reached medical remission, there was no donor. That sucked. Then we finally found a donor and I was so excited – we did all the tests; 22 v we did another bone marrow biopsy, and the cancer had returned. Had a donor now I have cancer. Great now what. Only thing I could do was have intensive chemo again. And now we’re finally at the starting line.

This marathon is scary and I’m not sure of myself or my footing but this marathon will be one step at a time.

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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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