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

"Fuck this post-chemo shit. Mama's going back ta work!

Namaste and Highest Blessings, Beautiful Ones! I hope this note finds you all experiencing bliss and stimulation, wherever you are.

I'm just climbing off a rowing machine, legs shakin', hands blistered, and covered in sweat. Fuck, yeah! I feel pretty stupid (and horribly conspicuous) at the gym... all the looky-loos watchin my face turn purple and the vessels in my neck bulge out like freaky tree-roots, under my skin. I kill myself on the machines, determined to beat the bloodclot, beat the lymphedema, and get my shit together. I wish I could fast-foreward, like, six months. Maybe by then I won't have any crazy health issues?

Maybe then, these people won't 'stare' as I 'contaigous.' I think most people are just afraid of cancer or illness. Fuck what they think... I'm here to work hard!

Hahaha! I'm itching to get back into the studio, finish the record, and get rollin' y'all. I am restlessly determined. I want to resume my mixed martial arts training. I want to git on tour. I want my life back. :)

Desire is the word, here. Mad desire. My mind gets focused, and then-all bets are off! Unstoppable determination. No matter the cost (and I don't mean 'money' cost... I mean 'pain and suffering' hahaha)! Nothin' worth anything comes easy. Workin' hard, today, reminded me how much I LIKE hard, hard work. Love it. Bring it on. All of it.

Besides... my baby dog Nicklas is getting soooo fat I have to do wrist curls, now, to strengthen my arms just to be able to carry him! So cute! I guess it must be a couple (okay... a few) extra snacks, every day, since Annastasia died (just me overcompensating... in case he is sad).

I hope everyone has an awesome, wonderful weekend. I will be writing and when I'm not, I will be bustin' out the hockey skates! (Now that my port is out, I figure its 'okay' for me to hit the ice without fear of the port-a-cath being bumped). Ditto for martial arts, non? Wish me luck! Hahhaa!

What's the worst that could happen? Rights? Right. The Universe has empowered me with renewed abilities that can't be wasted: the ability to make a fool of myself in the gym, for the soon-to-be-realized goal, of Return To Tour! Hahahha! Om Nama Shivaya. Fuck yeah!

Bliss, blessings, and bananas,

Biffy

Xoxoxoxoxox"