Worry Not

Every day is a gift

Bad days and good days. They can’t all be good, and they can’t all be bad. Sometimes I give myself a day just to feel like absolute shit, like angry and upset and real polluted sadness, and then I finish that feeling and am grateful to get to wake up and start fresh. So a super bad mood rotten terrible everything sucks day can be cleansing and I am down for it.

Anyway, after a bout of the sads, and lots of love from people all over, (which, by the way, gifts, every one of you) I got some good news.

I got a new nephew and he’s my new best friend and I love him and thank Gd for babies. Whether you birth them or someone you love does or some other way you get to be in the life of a baby, I mean, wow, just WOW. Babies man, they’re so small. My baby sister in law is a champ. My brother a born dad.

In other good news, I ended up on the inside of an MRI machine checking for something on my liver…my LIVER?!…cancer, you guys, don’t get it, like what the fuck MY liver? But ya, anyway, I love an MRI because I love me some MRI drugs. But more to the point, since I said in other good news, 12 hours later my doctor messaged me that it was just benign whatevs in the liver, yo. My thanks to God and thanks to science.

So, there’s a happier note.

I’m looking forward to chemo; I got my attitude meter back up; I got lots of pretend tattoos to help me cope; I got a villa, I got a village, I’m super DTF.