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Six Months Later…

15 Sep

After a shamefully long hiatus from the blogosphere world, I am back! I debated the best approach to this – fill in the gap with all the highlights and noteworthy happenings or take the lazy-TV-show-approach and skip forward a few years (or months in this case) and pick up right here? I’ll go for the combo.

So, here I sit – on a steamy September day, college football in the background, typing away. My, how life has happened lately… funny how that works. The past year has been fraught with life lessons, challenging obstacles, heartache, heartbreak, and plenty of perseverance. However, I feel the hope rising and the joy creeping back in.

I am now convinced that I have experienced my quarter-life crisis a year early (or maybe I won’t make it quite to 100 – although 96 sounds alright to me) and am finally coming out on the other side. On the cusp of 25, I feel a renewed sense of purpose and an inspiring optimism.

When I was a fresh-faced college freshman at the ripe age of 17, I thought by 25 I would have life figured out. Obviously I would be marrying my Prince Charming (or at least be engaged to him), be killing it in the corporate world and excelling in my career, have a rocking body, perfectly Pinterested home, organic garden in my backyard, and an awesome dog. Well, nearly eight years later, here I am – a few months shy of 25, and the only thing my 17-year-old brain predicted correctly was the awesome dog (btw – thanks for being so cool, Loki).

So that’s not where I’m at right now – but you know what? I’m totally okay with it. Part of growing up is facing unrealistic expectations, dealing with them, and coming out stronger on the other side. That’s why disappointment hurts, rejection is a bitch, and breakups suck. Thank god I didn’t settle for that jerk that treated me badly. And I probably saved myself from some embarrassment by gaining experience through internships the past couple years instead of trying to throw 22-year-old Keely into a professional entry level position.

But now i’m ready. To say cacao to unpaid internships and douchebag boyfriends. To toxic friendships. To shady people. To not feeling good enough or pretty enough or smart enough.

So this is the story of my journey. Into the world. Into myself. A 20-something-year-old post graduate independent lady figuring out the ins and outs of life. The first item on my never-ending checklist: Stop with the unpaid internships and find an entry level position in my (or hopefully a related) field. Easier said than done? I’ll let you know.

Until next time – xoxo


“All Adventurous Women Do…”

31 Jan

Have HPV? Alright, that might be a bit of an overstatement Hannah Horvath. But live life, take chances? That seems more reasonable. I spent my weekend in the wonderful world of GIRLS, laughing and crying right alongside Hannah and the other GIRLS, drinking wine with friends to face life’s hardships and snuggling with my wonderful pets to feel that unconditional love we all crave (except Marnie of course).


So GIRLS – I can’t believe this is the first time I’ve heard about or seen this show because it is a testament to my life right now, and all of the other 20-something-year-olds trying to figure out what the fuck to do next. I find my life unsurprisingly paralleling Hannah’s – an only child, post-graduate yet to begin a career, trying to get comfortable in her own skin, forming new relationships, closing doors and opening others. I love it! On the occasional evening that I’m feeling down about where my life is at, I crawl into bed, queue up an episode of GIRLS and let Hannah Horvath’s awkwardness overshadow my own and laugh all my insecurities away.


That being said, I am actually very content with where my life is at right now. Despite the roller coaster that is Cancer, things seem to be moving in a more positive direction. I’m on a new health kick that involves improving my diet, cutting back on booze, getting out for a run a few times a week and a new obsession with BSY Power Yoga.

And even Cancer seems to be cutting us some slack now. We are coming up on the weekend and with it the end of radiation and chemotherapy. After weeks of treatments and appointments I am very pleased to report that her doctors consider Abha to be a “star patient” and are very happy with her progress. In fact, I am coming to you courtesy of the Infusion Room at Texas Oncology Center. We are on day two of Abha’s second Chemotherapy treatment and everything is going smoothly. I’ve been told so many tales of nausea, fever, vomiting and general horror concerning Chemo treatments that I was quite nervous about how Abha would react. We were surprised (quite pleasantly) that she tolerated the drugs with hardly any side effects, save for extreme fatigue. Even better, today is a short treatment so we should get to head home by early afternoon.

So here’s an interesting factoid I didn’t know before we started the fight against Cancer – every treatment is different for every patient. I know this sounds very “Duh!” but ignorance is bliss, right? Don’t judge me for lack of common sense, but I just assumed that all chemotherapy involved the same drugs, but with different dosage, frequency of treatment, etc. However, I have come to find that the drugs themselves also vary from person to person, and I had kind of an “A ha!” moment. So after the recent introduction to cancer and subsequent bumpy road, it feels good for everyone in the family (Abha especially) to get even a small break.

Although this will probably just sound like medical jargon (it still does to me too) but in case anyone is wondering what drugs Abha receives for her chemo treatments, on the first day she receives both Rituximab and Bendamustine (this combo treatment takes anywhere from 6 – 7 hours) and on the second day, she receives just Bendamustine (usually takes between 2 – 3 hours). To break it down – the Rituximab is used to treat diseases characterized by excessive, overactive or dysfunctional B-cells (see lymphomas) and the Bendamustine is an alkylating agent used to treat indolent-B-cell-non-Hodgkins lymphoma (thus the type of cancer Abha has). Anyway – this chemotherapy flew by and we’re heading home by noon. So to wrap it up, I’ll leave you with Abha, always the best sport about everything – chillin’ in the infusion room.



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