Life after cancer: Birthdays

Howdy followers -on this, the day of my birthday!

I'm a whole big 31 years on earth today! (...That sounded odd... I don't mean like I was on a different planet before or anything... This is a really dumb intro).

Anywhosy, unless you are completely new around here, you'll probably already know that in December 2013 I was diagnosed with cancer (Hodgkin's lymphoma, to be more exact) and was very luckily declared cancer free by my scan in September 2014 (scup science! -And also I should point out, contrary to that post, there is no going back to "normal").

How to tell when you're old af

As my 31st birthday approaches, I'm reminded of how old I am (I assume that's the point of birthdays).

Yes, I'm old. And yes, of course it's all relative -you may be reading this and be 60 and all like "STFU, wench". But anyways, my point is, I'm officially not "young"... Do you know how I know I'm not young? I am happy to be old. The last year I have developed into this stage of my life where instead of being all like, "man, I wish I was I was 23", I think "man, I am delighted to not be 23".

Anyway, enough quotation marks! If you are still unsure if you qualify as old AF/ not young, then read over my list to determine...

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1. You learn to ask for sauce on the side

No I don't mean metaphorically, although you are apparently a guru in everything that you perceive as "alternative health" as well as sassy life advice. I mean in restaurants, dining out. I used to hear people ask for that, or similar requests. And to be honest, thought -wut?

I'm not a regular at going to restaurants, but the older I get, the less sauce I want. Not even a calorie control thing, as with

Happy (belated) birthday -Cripple, baby!

Oooh, cannot believe I forgot my own blog's birthday :P -Bad blog mama! On September 6th, my little project was 1 year old.

I began this as a journey through ill-health (Hip dysplasia, nerve... shite, spastic... something or other, GERD, hiatus hernia and Dysaut... dizzy-tomnia... or something something) and diagnosis... And soooo, have had feck all appointments or updates as of yet! (Cheers, Irish health system)... But instead, I've entertained you with my bleak views, boring fur-babies and many, many sarcasmos (It's a word now. Because I said so. Also, why is anyone still reading? I'm bored already, and it's my blog. "GET OFF MY BLOG" -In a Peggy Mitchell voice. Sorry if you aren't in Ireland or UK and don't get the reference), and of course not to mention my cancer diagnosis, treatment and recovery (Cheers, Irish health system -this time without intended sarcasmos).

Bless... They're just adorable at this age...

I feckin' love trees

Myself and Bicky spent a lovely Sunday off yesterday in one of our favourite places, Dún na Rí forest park... Such beauty (and practically right on our doorstep) reminds me why I give a fuck about the state of the planet.... And I really, really just love trees. 

It was also a special treat for the dogs as we celebrated a 'birthday' of sorts -Around this time of year marks two amazing years since we were graced with their presence in our lives :) After, they enjoyed a wee play at Bicky's folks/ fur-babies paternal grandparents!