October 2023
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Premeds
I had to take my medication to sleep last night. Once I said good night to the kids – I drifted off to sleep with Chopped or maybe it was Bobby’s Triple Threat in the background. I woke up at 5:30am and the brain was on after that. Went back to the “continental” breakfast with Continue reading
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Waiting
It’s not like I’ve been waiting anxiously since yesterday. I slept for about 5 hours last night. It’s the wait…that’s always the worst. I’m just trying to breathe it all out and take things in stride. But the reality is this truly is a “life or death” type situation for me. It’s actually me against Continue reading
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Hiccup
The day started off with the kids and I snuggled in bed watching dog videos on IG. J worked a half day and as finished the packing – I got a phone call from the transplant coordinator that the machine for radiation was broken. Of course there was the initial freak out but the difference Continue reading
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Night Before
I didn’t accomplish too much this weekend though L is fully packed for his class trip. Both children are camped out on the floor and J is sleeping next to me. I am not able to relax to sleep and I should sleep since I am going to need all my energy soon. I’ll only Continue reading
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Logistics
Transplant coordinator called me today to go over the logistics of when I check in, so what I will be doing on Monday. I have labs then blocking. I will be doing full body radiation twice a day and the blocking is literally that. The radiation is full body and can cause severe lung damage Continue reading
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The Man
We went to see Taylor Swift movie. The first song was The Man…and it brought me to tears. Not because I’m just such a Swifty fan that I would burst into tears but because “The Man” was literally my career anthem. Had I been a man, my hustle would have meant something. Instead, it got Continue reading
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Twofers
I had to “twofer” my first chemo round back in March. I had to “twofer” my transplant clearance. But I will not be “twofering” my transplant. I used two “twofers” so – I am putting out there that this transplant is a one hit wonder and will carry me into my 90’s. A friend told Continue reading
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Hump Day
Picc dressing change, labs and visit with Dr P. I ask him the question I’m afraid to ask “Is this a Band-aid remedy to give me a few more years?” Because the truth of the matter is I google and when I do, I’m scared, nobody likes to read that. He responds. “It’s a lot Continue reading
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The “Other” Talk
I didn’t get the period talk when I was growing up nor did I get the birds and the bees talk. I stumbled. I saw girls with pads and wings but I didn’t understand. I didn’t understand any of it. I vividly recall the blood in my underwear at 12 and thinking “well that’s scary…what Continue reading
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Oops
I made a fundamental mistake looking to have some meals prepared for me. I was looking for some sautéed or grilled veggies – once or two times a week. I misjudged my appetite. I can barely get down 10 grapes let alone a full platter of food made once a week. It’s overwhelming and when 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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