Suck it, melanoma!
NO malignancy. John has no cancer. It was just a badly infected thumb, and now it will heal. We got the news just in time to celebrate on New Year’s Eve.
So, even though I am about to head out to Root Canal Part #2, I am happy. I am grateful. And I am taking a moment to share that joy, because God knows I’ve shared enough misery and angst recently. Once I get that over with, I will come home, get ready, pick up some dinner and head to John’s. And there will be champagne.
You want a schmaltzy New Year’s Eve retrospective? Not here, kiddies! Nah… here’s what I say. Suck it, cancer. Suck it, staph infections. Suck it, root canals and stomach flus. Haters, ageists, racists, terrorists, all the icky -ists, Donald Trump, etc. etc., you can all go suck it. I don’t care. My sweetheart doesn’t have melanoma and he doesn’t have to have his thumb butchered. He survived open heart surgery and a bazillion complications this year. For this moment, he is OK.
So, kids. Wishing all of you a happy, healthy, prosperous and sweet 2016. For all my friends who had losses this season, may the new year bring you healing. For everyone who is partnered, go tell your mate you love them. And for singles, you know what? There is a peace in solitude. May you find it. Oh, and just in case it seems I’ve forgotten the theme of this blog — happy damn spankings, lots of ’em, for all! ♥
I am off to dental hell. Love you guys. Thanks for bearing with me.