Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


January 2024

  • Surprise, surprise!

    I got an email from the study drug clinician: “So, we just heard back from the sponsor. According to them, you do not meet the criteria to get the medication because your blasts are <5% (You are only 1.3% which is good). The team contacted Dr. A and Dr. P so they can talk to Continue reading

  • Love

    COH has taught me the acute need to be self-aware and self-advocate. On one part, the facility has just an obscene amount of nurses, doctors, researchers, schedules, staff and security. That’s not even including the amount of people with cancer. Firstly, that’s just a lot of people…like the parking lots are ALWAYS full. I say Continue reading

  • Eyes

    I haven’t been able to This week because I haven’t been able to open my eyes or see. Perhaps it was conjunctivitis or an allergy we switched from antibiotic drops to steroid drops to allergy drops. Either way my eyes have been swollen shut and I haven’t been able to do much of anything. To Continue reading

  • Transplant

    Echo went well so did the labs as well as the dressing change unfortunately all of the appointments led to a very late appointment with Dr. P. He noticed immediately that eye issue and ordered me some eyedrops. I guess the triage nurses recommendation of warm compress wasn’t cutting it. So I currently go through Continue reading

  • Frozen

    I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep last night and took my Ambien but I still woke up at 3:00am to use the bathroom. I laid there until J’s alarm when off and came downstairs to make oatmeal. S makes oatmeal that is seriously undercooked and not enough water. I will need to keep Continue reading

  • Time

    Of course I’m afraid to die. Yes I’m not ready but because my kids aren’t adults yet. I am so proud of them. So proud of the people they are. So proud of their heart and kindness- I hope they never lose that. Will I have a chance to see them graduate high school? Fall Continue reading

  • Is it me?

    I just rang J on the phone, he’s in the garage. It’s about noon and I asked him. Did you ask if the kids have eaten or are hungry. He said the kids will tell him when they’re hungry. I find myself riddled with anxiety with that answer. Aren’t you the parent? When I ask Continue reading

  • Another Round

    Contacted an attorney to see if my case has any merits. It’s very inconsistent and feels like policy is just so inconsistent also. COBRA is going to be expensive but since 2/1 they will discontinue my benefits there’s nothing I can do. I’ll need to see if this is a qualifier for J’s insurance. I’m Continue reading

  • Just don’t have it

    I set out to accomplish only one thing today, which was look for my electric blanket so that I could have the option of watching the game tonight. Just the option. If I didn’t find the electric blanket, I wouldn’t be able to go. It would be far too cold. It took me two hours. Continue reading

  • Day of “Progress”

    J has been complaining about the laundry. So today is a day of progression where it took me an hour just to lift the baskets onto the bed. My first basket took so much exertion that I got dizzy and promptly laid on the bed. For a few minutes I have Aquaman in the background 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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