Ding dong the year is dead

Shit, man, what a year. The first five months were bloody hard professionally, but so freakin' rewarding. I try not to be too sentimental or foggy-brained about work, but I had (and still have) a rockin' team and job. Full stop.

Then "the troubles" began in late May and I had the most brutal month of my life. I knew my diagnosis before it was delivered to me in Dr. B's office on June 22, and it was four weeks of feeling like one foot was in the grave and one was back on earth trying to hold it all together somehow.

The c-dawg ripped my old brain out that day and replaced it with mush at first, but it was mush that was willing to learn about how to do things a little differently to say fuck you to the numbers and the two big tumours in my breast. Six months later I feel grateful that things haven't gone as poorly as they could have. I'm here, I feel fantastic, and no matter what the official word is, I've made progress everywhere. According to me.

Now it's December 31 and I'm getting ready to begin a month of cell-cleansing to ready my bod for surgery and the future. And the best part of it all? I have an army of detoxers flushing out the Purdy's along with me. Awesomeness. A particularly big shout out to AJ, who despite a hectic work schedule and not even owning a juicer, has today agreed to join in on the "make juice not war" campaign in January. You rule and I love you!

In the darkest of moments in May and June, I felt the weight of death, disease and a battle I wasn't positive I could be graceful about, but I never felt alone. The whipped cream topping on the friends and family I see and speak to every day has been the support through this ol' blog. And by golly, that warms my tin heart and lizard brain.

Seriously 2010. You were kind of annoying. But I see big things for 2011. Smaller things in some places, but definitely bigger things in other places. :-)

Happy New Years Eve!!