Project #SaveTheBooby

Since mid-November, my siblings have been texting me photos of booby birds. They send them with cute hashtags like #SaveTheBooby and #ProjectGetItOut. You see, mid-November is when I found out I have breast cancer and, with relatives like the Bag Whore, it’s been non-stop boobies ever since.

I have to admit, they’re cracking me up. I had no idea this kind of cuteness even existed!

Boobies come in all colors – there are three or four plain black and brown types, but the blue and red-footed booby birds are the real cutie pies. For my bird-watching pals (yes, I’m looking at you, K.B. Owen), these blue-footed charmers breed on the Galapagos Islands, and apparently they have one of the cutest mating dances around.

I put a short clip of it below. Totally worth your minute, y’all.

Booby Mating Dance

No that NatGeo dude did NOT just say “these boobies are swingers”…

I just can’t keep a straight face for that video.

Anyway, back to the boo-hiss breast cancer. This is some Stage 1 early-detection cancer and things are looking pretty positive. I have friends who have suffered terribly and (so far) it looks like I will get out of this ordeal with no chemo, so I’m feeling pretty lucky.

Plus, I’ve gotten presents like this:

The doctors are all enjoying that mug in appointments, let me tell you. And who doesn’t want that magical blue-footed stuffy next to their computer?

All kidding aside, I am absolutely getting an A+ in cancer, and I’m feeling very very grateful about it. #ProjectGetItOut (aka surgery) happens on December 22nd. I’ll keep y’all posted on how things go and whether there are any surprises that day. I would absolutely love any positive “no chemo” prayers you have.

What is up with you this holiday season? Do you have any holiday plans or news to share?

~Jenny