Frumpy Middle-aged Mom: Cancer isn’t as much fun as you might think it would be

In case you missed last week’s column, I’ll just tell you that I’m back and meaner than ever. This might be a painful shock to some of you (and I’m sure you’ll email to tell me so because you always do) whereas others may actually be glad.
I was off for 10 weeks dealing with a tiny inconvenience called cancer, during which a nearly monosyllabic and generally grumpy (at least to me) surgeon removed all my ladyparts and then sewed me back up. What is wrong with surgeo