Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…

February 2024

  • I Can

    Normally I share news pretty quickly with friends and family about updates, but today I didn’t. I shared with J, he knew before I did and I texted my mother…that was it. It’s odd because I normally don’t share much with her. I share what I deem necessary. My mother is my cactus, if I Continue reading

  • Reality

    The reality is cancer is a very lonely illness. I mean every illness is, no one else can go through it for you. But it’s a LONG illness. It’s not one that you bounce back from in a week or two. It’s the same text messages being exchanged. “Hey! How are you doing?” “Hanging in Continue reading

  • W.T.F.

    The coughing has been incessant, I needed help. I could have made an appointment with the Primary but would have been afraid to take anything without Dr. G / Dr. P knowing and clearing it. So I booked an appointment with Dr. G today. Told him what was going on, told him I’m coughing to Continue reading

  • 100 Days

    Today is 100 days since transplant. It was a day when I started out of transplant as SUCH a monumental day because it was 100 days. I would feel better. I would this and I would that. I soon realized that it really was just a marker….some medications could be done at 100 days like 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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