Is it the weekend yet?
When I was diagnosed with the c-bomb The Hater and I immediately went into an action mode and made lists of the things we needed to do. Now that the waiting and the surgery are over we've relaxed enough to have a reaction mode to our cancer. We've been really stressed the last few days; we're more than ready for the weekend.
We were talking this evening and mused at what a successful reality tv show our life would be right now. Besides the c-bomb story line, we can also sport drama at both of our jobs, with our location, and with our friends. We went from an approximate 5.4% crisis drama to an approximate 95.23% crisis drama in a month. My first idea for a title of the show would be something like Coming up Roses, but The Hater was thinking along the lines of The Middle-Weds, since three years doesn't exactly qualify us as newlyweds anymore. I would be willing to negotiate title and story line with any interested television producers. Please advise.
Meanwhile yesterday was my birthday. Due to circumstances that nobody can control, I think it qualifies as the suckiest birthday ever. The birthday c-bomb and the associated drama have really rained on our parade. For this reason, and in true Mad Hatter tradition, I am declaring a future unbirthday celebration to take place either later this summer or this fall, depending on how quickly my hormone levels recover and how quickly I feel better. I haven't decided if I want a big shindig or a small get-together, but there will be a party and fun to be had by all. It will be good times.
Things will look up soon. We're just getting tired of treading water.
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