Adventures and Misadventures in Boulder, Colorado
Warning. This is an explicit post about sex, aging and surviving breast cancer for August McLaughlin’s Beauty of a Woman Blogfest, Girl Boner Edition. Do NOT read it out loud to your child while he or she sits on your lap. Image from Wikimedia Twenty years ago, I ran into Cybill Shepherd in the entrance... Continue Reading →
I've never been a tattoo girl. My uncles and grandfather had their arms tattooed while serving in the military. From a distance some give the appearance of a horrible wound. On closer inspection, the bloody scar transforms into a huge red rose, an eagle or a cobra. I warned my children not to get them since... Continue Reading →
Do you remember being grounded? You pressed your nose against the window and watched your neighborhood friends play. Time slowed. I’ve been out for seven months. My clock is full of spider webs and the windows need washing. Looking back, much of it’s a blur. I can’t believe it's November! I’m so far out of... Continue Reading →
I had guest posted on the Outlier Collective about ads for Breast Cancer awareness, but the site is down. Check out my Boob Reports instead! Thanks for stopping by the Wild Ride!
My boobs are fully bionic. This was the last surgery in the double mastectomy and reconstructive process. The swap was made by reopening my scars, deflating the expanders, rolling them up like cigars and slipping them out. The deflated expander's front and back, showing the blue magnetic area where saline is filled with a needle. ... Continue Reading →
Do you tense before being pricked by a hypodermic needle? You know it’s going to hurt, so you brace yourself. When I participated in the Polar Plunge on New Year’s Day, I stood in line tense and shivering. I had imagined it would hurt to hit the icy water, but I knew I could do... Continue Reading →
I made it through the double mastectomy in May knowing I would soon be surrounded by beauty in some of my favorite places while eating delicious food. My husband Danny and I flew to Barcelona and met our daughter who studied abroad. It had been over five weeks since the surgery and I still had... Continue Reading →
I bet the photograph of me with the tubes coming out of my body is forever etched in your memory. Sorry about that. I had hoped to get the drains out on Friday, but I had to go into the doctor three more times before they were removed a full week later. It was hard for me... Continue Reading →
Bosoms. My sister Patty and I broke out in fits of laughter after one of us said that word. We shared a bed when we were little girls and were supposed to go to sleep after the lights went out. It referred to our private parts; our undeveloped breasts modestly covered up at all times... Continue Reading →
Well that was a huge load off my chest. Sorry. I’ve been dying to tell that joke. I have to make up for lost time. Life has been a little on the wild side since my bilateral mastectomy. I will be posting a huge thank you to everyone, but I want the fog to lift... Continue Reading →
Susie Lindau's Wild Ride 