The end is nigh…

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So tomorrow bright and early, Chef and I will take off for the Emerald City so I can get sliced and diced and poked at again. Because my body is attempting to kill me. For those of you just joining us, that’s not a euphemism for something, I have cancer and it’s been just a pain in my proverbial pants (and sometimes my literal pants) to try and cut this thing out and get done so we can go do something else like bake more cupcakes, or play with the kids or organize our Relay for Life team… Luckily, I won’t have to have the Big Scary Surgery…maybe at all. The follow-up for the Big Scary Surgery and the Tiny Not Even A Surgery was the same, so I wussed out and went with the tiny one. Also, because I’d like to keep all of my body parts if I can. I find that to be an important goal in my life…along with staying alive and well. I’m trying really hard not to be morbid, but in my family, you always plan for the worst and hope for the best. Which is why I always overpack and then end up wearing 1/172 of what I brought. Also why Short Stack never finishes the lunches I pack him. They’re usually pretty epic and enough food for 2 small children who just ran all over the playground for 3 days straight. So, in case I don’t make it back….thanks for reading 🙂