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Business websites must be updated, changed and refreshed often in order to capture an ever expanding and fickle market demanding mobile web optimization, effective SEO and responsive design. Is yours feeling a bit weary? Or even a bit nonexistent? ​​ Websrefresh, one the The Duchess’ Finest offerings, is ready to help. Nimesh Dinubhai and his… Continue reading Weary Website?…

Radiation patients must hold tight to their thoughts. Especially when being radiated. If one thinks too hard about what is happening, thoughts surely float toward the grim. ​​ Could my head actually blow up in here? What a mess that would be. How will the nurses explain that to the YaYa in the waiting room?… Continue reading Thoughts From Inside The Tube…

It’s no secret we’re in the middle of hot season in Arizona. Sometimes even a trip up north isn’t going to help, especially when we’re talking car batteries. Unless this is your first summer living on the surface of the sun, you know that in the heat, our car batteries die. They just do. You’ll… Continue reading Warning Signs…Battery Overload

Whaaa? I know right? ’Tis true. Not only does Gus have a new lady friend, he evidently has fans. Asshat. ​​ Not in the know? Gus is my feeding tube. Lucky cancer girls get one added to their list of need when they can’t eat. Since this cancer involves three surgeries, chemo and radiation to… Continue reading Gus Gets A Girlfriend…

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Middle Chicken, law school grad, is home. No one would know it from the time snatch that is studying for the Bar. She emerges late this afternoon to share a story. She thinks it has meaning for the days to come. ​​ She reiterates a fable a professor tells in Bar Review class. It is… Continue reading Ponies Are On The Way…

“You must remember that chemo is systemic.” The nurse explains the pain in my jaw, ear, side face isn’t from radiation. Radiation and all its gifts won’t kick in for a couple more weeks. So the tired, the barf-o-rama and the missing Middle Chicken’s law school graduation rests in the hands of the mighty bitch… Continue reading Week One…Chemo: 1, Me: WTF?

Friday morning finds old friends sharing iced tea. The Divine Miss S hasn’t been seen in quite a while. It’s my fault. My vanity at Wonky Face has kept all but a handful at bay. I forgot how much I enjoy her company—and the snark we conjure together. ​​ This particular morning it revolves around… Continue reading The Right Comeback…

Writing in bed. With coffee and a little white cat next to me. Jealous right? You wish you had my job. I know. It’s pretty badass. Don’t worry, in no time, chemo and radiation will be kicking my ass and the extent of the blog will be…Fuck this Day. ​ In the meantime, I accept… Continue reading Magic Brownies and French Pinot Noir…

In times of trouble, all manner of women are summoned for help. Mother Mary is the big kahuna—you know, the Catholic thing. There are also saints: Peregrine who helps those with cancer and, of course, Rita, who comes to the aid of widows in distress. ​​ But when the shit hits the fan, this girl’s… Continue reading It’s Take No Shit Day…