I feel bad because I don’t blog much anymore. So much has happened in the roughly three years I’ve been gone. I married Jack, he’s switched jobs, I’ve changed jobs, we bought a house, got a puppy, I became unemployed, and now I deal with a stupidly rare case of cancer. How rare? It is so rare that they don’t have a treatment plan for me. So, until October, when I travel to another state and see super nichè specialists, I just sit with my thoughts and my cancer; most of my thoughts are about my cancer.

I have accepted my cancer diagnosis; I really have. At one point, my father mentioned it to me, and I buffered for a moment because I genuinely forgot I had cancer until he said something. I will say, however, that cancer humor is top-tier. Any inconvenience I face is met with, “Do they know I have cancer? How rude.” I also demand a Make-A-Wish, which is often met with, “You’re too old; you’re closer to 30 than you are to be a teenager,” to which I say, “Ba humbug, we don’t know how old my cancer is.” I would definitely like to meet Jeremy Allen White or Keanu Reeves.

I currently sit at home with my 11-month-old English chocolate lab, Teddy. He is just a bundle of joy, laughter, and so much fun. He is insanely smart, so he definitely keeps Jack and me on our toes. We never know what kind of shenanigans he is going to get us into next.

People just adore Teddy. Jack and I train him and try to socialize with him. However, there are very few dog parks around us, so we drive him to dog-friendly places so he can interact with other pups. He has a ton of fun. The only thing I wish was different about him is that I wish he was a snuggle bug. He’s not there yet, but he’s constantly wanting to play.

So here’s an update, overall, it could be worse, but it could be better.

-Jane