After surviving my inner lids being stabbed by 150 needles, I was beyond stoked to be rewarded with “normal” eyes, something that’s eluded me for years. Finally! I can apply a little Mac, Laura Mercier and Lancôme. Ya, that didn’t last. Intraductal meibomian gland probing was an utter quagmeyere. A big fat f-ing fail. After a couple of glorious, tear-free weeks, my eyeballs backpedaled into Sucksville.
Time for a
second sixth opinion. Apart from my new doc’s last name comprised of the first four letters of a funny (to a third grader) word that kept causing me to giggle during my exam, I thought he was really inspiring. He thought I was like really immature. His recommendations have worked magic so far and he has a long list of additional possible remedies if it all goes to hell. One of these alternatives is using my own stem cells to make abracadabra voodoo eye drops!
My fourth transplanniversary was celebrated as usual with my family at Disneyland. Our three generations had a great time zigging and zagging our way through Fantasyland, Adventureland, and of course, Tomarrowland! My sucky eyes are always peeled for Leason’s and my mascots, the Tweedle twins ~ they must be shy. Or maybe Dee and Dum want nothing to do with a crazed bone marrow transplantee seeking awkward hugs and selfies.
To further the celebration, Leason and I met up for lunch in our family’s hometown of Old Towne Orange, CA with our parents. Pomeroy family rule #31.7: never turn down an opportunity to partay.
My trips to City of Hope are always a time of reflection and appreciation for all of the fantastic peeps who saved me and continue to keep me well. The wish trees at the entrance are a powerful reminder that I am a very lucky girl.
Lucky for many reasons, including the chance to cross sh*t off my Buttkick List. Recent checkoffs include √throwing a pot on the wheel under the expert tutelage of my friend and super supporter, Mary. Despite splattering clay all over her studio, I loved the feel of the smooth, wet clay in my hands. Oh, and the photo of Ryan Gosling.
I enjoyed √cliff jumping on Siargao Island in the Philippines, too. After swimming into a dark limestone cave, then climbing about 30 feet of stalagmites, our group exited a cranny (first time I’ve ever used that fun word!) in the stone wall and jumped into the river below.
I am just beginning to √learn the game of golf,
enduring enjoying a lesson and a quick round. Despite almost taking out a greenskeeper with my unintended fade and the sweat-drenched clubs barely adhering to my problematic grip, it was tolerable fun. I have a long way to go with my pathetic golf game. I just hope I have a long way to go.