Canada's BIF NAKED, who is currently battling breast cancer, has issued the following update:

"A Hole in Every Port...

When last I wrote here... I was at my infusion on Monday, endeavouring to go into studio this week.

Nooooopers. Nopey. No dice. Shucks. :(

Awite... you see, Lovebugs, I have this thing implanted under my collarbone by the great comedy teams of 'vascular surgery' and oncologists like em' cause most patients need them for long-term use, and they are supposed to help folks like myself (with gibbled hearts and naughty clot-making blood) it looks like a garden hose under your skin with a cathater-tail threading up under the thin skin on your neck. Like when Jean-Luc was The Borg guy on Star Trek.

Anyhoo... the garden nozzle thingy is what they put the mustard gas drip into... and right after I sent my note (yes... I know it's supposed to be called a 'blog') to everyone the shit all went sideways down there, the other day. And you know, that's just how it goes: you never know what you're gonna' get in a day! Always a surprise around the corner.

Forced flexibility and flowing are hard-learned lessons for me, constantly. Corners me into 'rolling with the punches'. Probably a lesson from The Universe.

Let's just say you've had enough medical graphics for today and I won't give you the sensationalistic play-by-play... but there were some complications with that garden hose thingy ('surgically implanted port') and it was full-on lights out for yours truly. Shitdamn! Um... a wee annOYing! Haha! *sigh* in the end I left, a bit broken, hours and hours later and I was done like dinner! Nope. No studio. Bummer, dudes.

I'm trying to keep my positivity.

But, I'm gonna feel better in a couple days! Always do! Nicklas is busy keeping me laughin' tryin on my false eyelashes and rolling in goosepoop (which I had to verrrry quickly wash out of in-between his toes as he stepped in the offending matter! Eeeeeeeesh! Stinker!) I worry that he's lonely so I'm probably really overcompensating and smothering him. But he's as cranky and cute as ever, tolerating my putting blankets on him in the middle of the night and putting a sweater on him in the daytime. I haven't met my human babies so Nick is pretty much 'the kid'. He sleeps in my armpit, like a cat. I don't hear him purr... just snores. Loud!

Now go forth and eat those veggies and read a book and go for a walk cause you can! Always the sleep will come.

Love,

Biffy"