Honestly haven’t felt this good in ten years.

Honestly haven’t felt this good in ten years.

Since surgery, I have had zero headaches, zero migraines, almost no back or abdominal pain, and I sleep (most nights) pretty solid.

Also dreaming like mad.

Some of you showed up in dreamland, and sorry.

No, I’m not…

Sitting up without pain so I am ready to get some more silleh shark art done.

If you were promised a picture, there is a list, and I’m working on it.

Thank you for yer patience.

Not sleepy.

Not sleepy.

There are these trees at City of Hope…

covered with these little tags…

…written by friends, family, lovers, survivors, those battling, and for those lost.

This is just one tree…

When the wind blows, these flutter and rustle…

The sound they make is….

A symphony of pain, recovery, loss, suffering and some joy…there is celebration and a naming of loved people. It’s a quieting thing.

Saw this one….Fuck you, cancer.

Indeed.

So this happened…

So this happened…

When you spend time with Nicole Johnson​ and then go home and you’re texing she says “Popeye’s biscuits” …and you’re all YISSSS…

In the car with my SISTER who is also a shark, and you’ve known her your whole damn life and she says “We’re outta biscuit range….”

Who da faq ARE YOU?!

And wut’s dis “Biscuit Range” you speak of?

Recalculated….we got a car…We got a Popeye’s.

We got the family meal, it’s like 30 pounds of fud.

We’re family.

I blame Nicole.