This week’s assignment is to write a brief biography. Considering that I don’t even have an “about me” section on this blog yet, this seems like an opportunity to me!
Before I get to that, though, I just have to say one thing. This is some of the best news I’ve heard in a long time. Go California! Let’s hope the rest of the country also starts to gain some sanity on this issue (including Oregon! I love you, but don’t agree with some of your people–like those who voted for Measure 36 four years ago while I was working on the campaign against it).
A Short Biography of Me
I’m California born-and-raised–and still miss it sometimes–but I’ve been in Oregon for almost 7 years now, and Portland for almost 5. I love Portland, but I have to admit that I would move to San Francisco in a heartbeat. If it were economically feasible.
I’ll be 42 this summer, which seems a little crazy to me. Where has the time gone? However, I have a new husband who helps keep me feeling young–because he’s 12 years younger than me.
We’ve been married for seven months, and I look forward to many, many happy years together.
That’s Nik and I on our honeymoon in San Francisco (the shot ought to be familiar to those of you who know me from Ravelry–it’s the same one I use there).
I used to be a high school math teacher, but gave that up because it was a thankless job that caused me way more stress than joy. Now I work in payroll at a large education company and I’m much, MUCH happier. I have ambitions toward bigger and better things (perhaps even something that will make those Stanford degrees of mine useful?), but for now I’m content with what I’m doing. I’m patient.
I think my patience and generally cheerful attitude have both served me well in recent years. Early last year, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. I had a bilateral mastectomy in February and have had two surgeries since then (the most recent was just two months ago) for breast reconstruction. It may sound strange to say that I consider myself lucky, but I do. My cancer was a rare form that is slow-growing, and it was caught early–on my first-ever mammogram after I turned 40–so I did not have to suffer through radiation or chemotherapy. The surgeries have played enough havoc that I am thankful every day that I didn’t have the added stress of radiation or chemo.
Due to the surgeries and to having certain restrictions on my activities for so long, I’m feeling extremely out of shape and just tired these days. I hope this summer to get back into walking and hiking–which I’d been doing a lot of the summer before the cancer showed up–and start feeling more fit again. Losing the 15 pounds I’ve gained since the first surgery would be nice, too, but really I just want to feel energetic again.
Patience, right?
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