It's raw. Unedited and pretty much no fucks are given.

I was thinking about my blog...People can choose to read or not read . Their choice. It's raw. Unedited and pretty much no fucks are given.

That's why this is titled that.
This is my journal , my way to release this bipolar roller-coaster of a horrible disease called cancer.

And most of my friends think this is a great way to vent off the biggest bitch slap you will ever have in your entire life!

I wish I could say...I just went on a drugged out binge of drugs and alcohol, and then went to a nice celebrity detox center for a week where I had a nurse inject me with fun drugs and I came out of rehab better than new.

Except this story is the opposite. I didn't have fun getting injected with metal poisoning at my infusion parlor last Tuesday,  nor did I enjoy the 5 days of survival from it. Instead I just had the worst 5 days of bitch slap, checked out for 2 of them in bed all day and I gotta do 3 more rounds of these?!!!
And who signed me up for this bipolar roller-coaster called cancer anyways?!

This is not my time to be superwoman.  So I'm not going to be.

But my husband just took me to ice cream. I ate 1/3 of it...and it was nice and cold and I could taste it!
The little things that make the most of your day.