Recently I went to see the new (well, not so new anymore) movie, “The Fault in Our Stars.” Generally, I drag dear hubby along to movies I really want to see and I really wanted to see this one. Luckily, he likes just about any kind of movie and doesn’t seem to mind even when I want to see a cancer movie. Due to busy summer schedules, it didn’t work for both of us to go this time, so I decided to just go by myself.



I love movies and going to them is a great escape from things like cancer, well, except when the movie is about cancer! Perhaps it seems odd to some, but I can’t seem to read enough books or see too many movies about this topic. Go figure, right?


82nd Annual Academy Awards - "Meet The Oscars" New York

I’m sticking with the award theme this week it seems…

Do you watch any of the various award shows on TV? There are quite a few these days aren’t there? Do you plan to watch the upcoming Oscars? I’ll be watching.

I love movies. Hubby loves movies. My whole family loves movies.



I’ve wanted to see the movie Pink Ribbons, Inc. since its release in theaters earlier this year. I was even contemplating driving the 100 miles or so back to the Twin Cities to see it as it didn’t make it into theaters close to me. But of course, I waited too long.

About a month or so ago I decided to just order my own copy, which would allow me to pass it around to friends and family too. It was my plan to write a blog post about it in October. Well, the other day I realized I better get crackin’ before this crazy month has come and gone.



One thing that can definitely be said about people living in the Midwest is that we love our four distinct seasons here. Oh sure, weather often spills over into a season where it doesn’t belong. We get snowstorms in spring and heat waves in fall. But overall, seasons in the Midwest know their place.

And if there’s one thing Midwesterners love to talk about, it’s the weather!

Since summer is now upon us, every conversation seems to begin with, “Well, how hot is it supposed to get today? Or boy, we sure could use (or not use) some rain.”



December 2nd marks the one year anniversary of my tissue expander-implant exchange surgery. This means it has also been exactly eighteen months to the day since my bilateral mastectomy. Which in turn means it’s been a little more than eighteen months since I heard the words, you have cancer.

One reminder often seems to lead to another. There is always a trail of sorts taking me back to previous stops along the way on this cancer gig.

Then, on top of my own personal trail of cancer dates/ anniversaries/reminders, there is also my mother’s trail.



Ever since the September 30th release date of the new “cancer movie” 50/50, I’ve been wanting to see it. Hearing mostly good things about it made me want to see it even more.

A week or so ago, hubby and I finally got it worked into our schedule, but not before hubby had asked me more than a few times, “Are you sure you really want to see this movie?” I wasn’t sure if he was trying to protect me, or if he was worried about what my reaction might be and was protecting himself? Just kidding.