Bad MommyPosted: June 17, 2013 Filed under: breast cancer | Tags: Angelia Jolie's aunt dies, blunt cards, Don't Touch My Hat, gene patents, Lyle Lovett, Mastectomy photos on Facebook, Myraid Genetics, Nancy Brinker pay raise, Scorchy Barrington, Supreme Court, Supreme Court decision on gene patenting, The SCAR Project on Facebook 10 Comments
If this blog were my child, I’d be locked up in CPS jail for extreme neglect.
Like many negligent parents, I didn’t mean to treat my baby so badly. I intended to love it and care for it and sign it a sweet lullaby every night. Really, I did. But life got in the way. My blog baby made it pretty easy for me to put it at the very bottom of my priority list: it never complains, it never cries (as Lyle Lovett says in his classic song “Don’t Touch My Hat“).
I’ve sat down many times ready to show my baby some love. I had good intentions, but ….
Some good and juicy blog topics have come and gone while I’ve been neglectful. Komen grand poo-bah Nancy Brinker’s raise in pay. The untimely death of Angelina Jolie’s aunt from breast cancer. The Supreme Court rejecting Myriad Genetics’ bid to patent our genes. And my favorite story of late: my blog friend Scorchy’s triumphant tangle with Facebook over its asinine decision to censor photos from The SCAR Project and from Facebook users themselves post-mastectomy. Scorchy took umbrage with that dumb policy and ripped Facebook a new one. Way to go, Scorch! The power of the people has never been more apparent.
I had every intention of blogging about each and every one of these topics, plus a couple thrown my way by my friend M. I will get to those (I will, I will, I will!). Hopefully before CPS finds me and locks me up for being a bad, bad blog mommy.
Welcome back. I know you’re not one to make excuses, but you ARE very busy these days. Still, it’s always refreshing to read one of your posts. Thanks.
I take it as a sign of good health that you haven’t blogged. Don’t feel bad. I just took a whole month away from writing my blog. Things come up. But, I’m glad you’re back and I’m glad I’m back. Happy summer. Got anything good on your reading list?
Thanks for all the news soundbites (with links!), and the Lyle Lovett thrown in made it even better.
You might not have posted, but for sure I saw you online commenting around 🙂 I look forward to your new posts, as always. Sometimes, when big event pass me by, I just find it easier to say ‘forget it!’ and move on. Otherwise there’s always going to be a backlog of ideas.
Love the cartoon! ~Catherine
i was happy to see you posted! and very impressed with the “bad mommy” moniker. but please know that all those who follow and love you and your blog understand if you need to take a break – like lyle says (kinda)…we’ll never cry, we’ll never complain.
I am glad to see you posting, Nancy. Here’s the honest to God’s truth – any time anyone I have come to know in the blogosphere takes a bit of a break, a breather, I assume the worst. Either it’s an Irish pessimism that’s kind of in our DNA or I’m just a deeply flawed individual who’s afraid to assume the glass must be half full. And, then a vicious cycle begins. I grow afraid to visit the blog, in case someone who’s not the blogger is posting bad news.
I know it’s morbid and no way to live, expecting the worst all the time, but there’s something about a cancer diagnosis that renders me expectant (and not in a good way) for the other shoe to drop.
Now I feel like a complete buzz kill on an otherwise happy-to-see-you’re-back post!!
you are so not a bad blog mommy, I know this cause you blog more than me…and I am not a bad blog mommy 🙂
I felt like blogging on all those topics, too, but alas, others beat me to the punch. Don’t beat yourself up; you’re a fabulous blog mommy. Always tell yourself that. xo
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I always assume people are busy with other Life things and don’t have the time to write about cancer and death and near-death — you know, all that good stuff. And speaking of good, thank God this blog isn’t a real child. It’s more resilient and just waits until you’re ready.