My most humble and sincere apologies (is that over doing it?) for not sharing my new friend with you sooner.  I thought I had, but after several requests yesterday, I must blame it on chemo brain.  Shortly after my diagnosis, my good friend Debbie sent this doll to me when I voiced that I had some anger issues regarding this diagnosis.  On the back of the doll, the tag reads:

dammit doll Dammit Doll®

Whenever things don’t go so well,

and you want to hit the wall and yell,

here’s a little dammit doll,

that you can’t do without.

Just grasp it firmly by the legs

and find a place to slam it.

And as you whack the stuffing out

yell “Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!”


I find myself playing with the silly thing and it always makes me smile.  Too bad I’m not mad anymore!