Boot, Scoot and Boogy…🚦

Ahh, to be back amongst the living and the interweb.  It’s been over a week since we’ve had cable and the internet, since moving to our new condo.  Thankfully, the trusty cable man turned up today and connected us back with the world.  What did we do before technology?

Nevertheless, with our abundance of free time, Steve and I have been practicing on the new Vespa and I think I finally mastered it as of yesterday.  You can view some clips of my newly mastered obsession.

Updates from my last chemo session:

The Avastin, the new cocktail they introduced last week has left me feeling pretty decent, with the exception of flu like symptoms and skin sores on my head.  I feel as though my head is covered in a thousand bug bites, they are killer.  But, if that’s the worst of it, then I’ll take it.

I’m feeling a lot more alive and in good spirits since my last VLOG and post.  Last Wednesday was by far one of the darkest days of my life.  Quite scary and eye opening to realize that your mind and spirit can sink to such a low place.  Luckily, I have the world’s best supporters and felt like myself the very next day.

Now that I am back online, I will post more this week.  I am going with my Mum to Prescott, Arizona to visit a Native American spiritual guide, whom told me when I was just 17 that at 27 something life altering would happen to me.  That said, I am interested in hearing what she has to say, as well as get some much needed one on one time with my lovely Mum.

Speak soon xx


Britt x

Scoot, Scoot 💨


Here’s the deal, the 411, the skinny; for the margin of my adult life, I have been an independent woman.  By the way, I can’t help but break out in Destiny’s Child, Independent Woman right about now.  You know, the catchy, “All the woman who are independent, throw your hands up at me…”  Anyway, getting off topic.  Once upon a time, I was an independent woman, a woman that rarely found herself contingent on others and would do her own thing at the expense of no one else.  Fast forward to cancer status and I have become a grimly dependent, reliant individual.

Doctor’s appointments, chemo treatments and everything that falls in between has been the regression of my independence.  Family and friends have united around me to partake in being undeviating supporters.  I have a posse, a team if you will and while I am appreciative, it does not help the demise of my liberations.  Adding insult to injury, my means of transportation, my poor mini cooper, has been out of commission for the last two months.  Nevertheless, my enslavement to depending on others has become even more pressing.

While my mini now serves as a paperweight, I got a wild hair yesterday that I wanted to purchase a Vespa. In fair manner, I discussed my craving for my Italian wasp with Steve and viola, as of today I am a proud Vespa owner.  It’s funny how things align when you really want something.

Having never been on a razor, let alone a scooter or motorbike, we purchased the Vespa without delay and decided to just go for it.  After all, you only live once. My babe of a husband conducted the “test drive”, as we felt it would be the safer avenue considering I had never been on a scooter and just in case, we didn’t want to “break it and have to buy it”.

Once we schlepped the new toy back to my in-laws house, it was time to play!   At first I was uneasy, as this was unfamiliar to me, but once I strapped on my helmet and the easygoing directives of Steve, I was off and scooting.  Undeniably, it will take some getting used to, however it will be the perfect little whip to get me around downtown and finally feel some INDEPENDENCE.

This new purchase isn’t just a whim of a deal, it means that I can be independent once again, get back on the saddle and start doing things on my very own.  The Vespa is a symbol of regaining a part of my old self, my pre-cancer being and ultimately my freedom.  So, watch out Phoenicians, you have a girl and her scooter on the road!


Britt x