I try to be honest about this life of being a cancer survivor, widow, and struggling human. I find myself in the strangest predicaments. Some days are worth forgetting. Like today…

I went to retrieve some items to share for supper from the chest freezer. I saw a small puddle of water on the basement floor as I walked into the laundry room. When I opened the freezer, it was a smelly, defrosted mess.

Did the freezer die? I found it unplugged — had something happened to it? Doesn’t matter really, because the entire contents were a total loss. I bagged it and hauled it to the garage, double bagging because I was NOT in the mood for another disaster.

I cleaned and disinfected the freezer and left it to air out. I’ll try turning it on tomorrow to see if it indeed does work, or if a contractor left it unplugged. (It could have decided to kick the bucket. It doesn’t owe us much…)

You’d think that was enough for one day…. but no. I did some work after that in the garage, cleaning and sorting for the next trip to the dump. I felt what I thought was dust falling on my head when I was cleaning off a tall shelf. I brushed off my hair and kept going. If only it had been just dust… um. Nope. I discovered a bit later that it was part of a mouse nest…

That was enough for one day. I cleaned up, washed my hair, and then went and worked out, and left a lot of frustration on the gym floor.

I told my friends in my grief group that I am thinking about writing a book about grief, cancer survivorship, and living through both at the same time. I have plenty of material!

Chapter Titles:
Prunes and protein shakes.
Hey God, that’s enough!
Slap a twenty and leave.
Save your platitudes for yourself.
Slam balls and dead lifts.
and now… Mouse Poop and a Stinky Freezer.

Maybe it will sell?

I’m keeping my sense of humor… feeling all the feels, and working on living authentically. Thanks for being along for the ride.