The Last 8 Weeks

College students are finally coming back from break! Since I didn’t go anywhere for spring break, I saw the ghost town that Stevens Point became without the hustle and bustle of the university people. It was quite boring. Not much to talk about there.

Now that everyone’s back, it’s nice to see some movement in the town again. Students are back and ready to finish their semester. A lot of people refer to this time of year as the last half of the spring semester, but I like to fondly refer to it as:

The 8 Weeks Straight from Hell.

I swear the time lords of the universe like to slow down time as much as they possibly can and convince mother nature to do anything and everything in her power to make life unbearable during the months of March and April. Because of my undeniable hatred for this time of year, it’s only fair that I explain my despise of these 8 weeks with a little list. Here goes:

The weather is beautiful when you have class.

Why is it that on the most beautiful of days you are trapped in the world’s most boring class with a front row seat to staring at the glorious, untouchable outdoors? Torture.

The weather is garbage on your days off.

The very second you get some free time it’s a monsoon outside. Proof that mother nature hates everything.

The days get longer and so does your to do list.

Because it’s the second half of the semester, the homework assignments are piling up (mainly because you didn’t do any work over spring break).

You lose an hour of sleep.

What kind of monster does that to a person?!

You still have to study for finals and other exams despite how distractedly gorgeous it is outside.

A moment of silence for my social life.

Your soon to be graduating friends have a bad case of the contagious senioritis.

Protip: whatever you do, do NOT catch this disease in the early years of college. Otherwise, lord have mercy upon your GPA.

You’re going to have to say goodbye to your graduating friends which is always sad.

It’s beautiful outside. I don’t want to be crying.

The dorms aren’t air conditioned so when it gets hot, it gets HOT.

And then everyone opens their windows but forget to secure their doors open so it’s the season of door slamming as well as the season of everything being on fire.

The hotter the weather gets, the clearer you idiocy becomes for leaving your summer clothes at home.

Why did I leave my favorite pair of shorts at home? I DON’T KNOW. They would’ve fit in my bag. They’re shorts! They can fit anywhere!

Heavy backpacks + hot, humid days= a sweaty, gross me.

Please don’t look at me and my grossness.


The only upside to these 8 terrible weeks:

It ends.


Do you agree with this list? Do you have any additional reasons to love or despise this time of year? Let me know!


Until next time,



Cancer Freedom, Fundraisers and Fun!


Hi all! How’s it going? Hopefully well because I have lots to tell you so make sure you stick around until the very end. The first bit of news I have is a little old but still really amazing:


You did not misread the last sentence. That’s right, folks! Dana Qualy can no longer be pushed around by cancer and its sidekick, chemotherapy. Mind you, I still have one more cycle of chemo to go, but that’s it! Then I’m done!!

Here’s why I still have more chemo:

Way back in November at the start of this little adventure, my oncologist told me I’d be receiving 4-6 cycles of treatment. After the third cycle, I would go get a PET scan and its results would determine exactly how many cycles of ABVD chemo I’d get.

Three months go by and it is now the beginning of February. Time for the scan. I have never been so nervous for a test in my life because I knew that if I were to “fail” this test (aka large masses were still present in my chest and neck), then the treatment would only get more aggressive. It was also more likely that the cancer would come back within five years and I’d live in the never-ending cycle of treatment and hospitals.

So I do the scan on a Thursday afternoon and wait four agonizing days to hear the news. The cancer was gone. Any large growths that were there three months ago are nowhere to be seen. However, because I had started with so many large growths in my neck and chest, it was decided that I was to continue with all six cycles of chemo and no radiation to make sure the cancer would stay gone. Between you and me, I’d take an extra cycle or two of chemo over radiation any day.

As cheesy as it sounds, that PET scan was the ticket to getting my life back. Before the scan, my family and I stopped any and all long term planning. There were no summer events, no birthdays, and no future. Sure there’s stuff we wanted to do and MAYBE we’d get around to it IF I was feeling okay, but as far we could tell, chemotherapy treatments and hospitals were the main source of our future. Possibly for life. But it wasn’t.

That PET scan proved that cancer wasn’t going to be my family’s future. My family got to start planning again. I got to start planning again.

I’m going back to school.

I’m going to get a job.

I’m going to celebrate every event and holiday.

I’m going to celebrate the people I love even more.

I’m going to celebrate my birthday.

Which leads me to my second topic: birthdays. I have one coming up in May and for once, I’m very excited about it. I decided to donate my birthday to the American Cancer Society and do a fundraiser. It’s called $2100 for 21 Years. You can read more about it in the link, but basically I want there to be more birthdays in the world and I want to do my part to make it happen. And in celebration of my birthday, I want to help more people.

Over the next month or so I’ll be sharing more about the fundraiser on My Bright Corner. If you can, please consider donating or sharing this fundraiser with anyone and everyone because everyone needs more birthdays with loved ones!


Until next time,


A Creative Explosion!

Hello everyone! It has certainly been a LONG while (sorry about that). I swear I’m still around. I just became extremely sidetracked and… unmotivated. By not blogging for a month, I learned a two critically important concepts:

Explosions only last a moment.

Like the title says, I went through a creative explosion at the start of the new year. I made a blog, sketched all the time and even started writing a script. I kept producing work at a fast rate. However, explosions only last a moment before they fizzle out.

That’s what I did.

I produced lots of content for a while and then… I didn’t want to anymore. I thought I would take a short break for a week. But weeks turned into a whole month of not wanting to create anything. It’s not that I lacked ideas, I didn’t want to sit in front of the computer and write it out or sketch in a notepad or anything else that was creative. Being creative became a not fun thing which isn’t how it’s supposed to be.

I’m back now, but I definitely won’t be writing as much as I did when I first started. I’d rather burn steadily that fizzle out. I plan on writing regularly but it won’t be as frequent. This is supposed to be a fun experience for both you and me! Let’s keep it that way, shall we?

I overloaded.

This blog has a lot of tabs and potential content sections. But that’s all they are: POTENTIAL content sections. I realize now that if I were to keep My Bright Corner the way  it is and put content in each of the sections on a regular basis, I would either need to dedicate 40+ hours to MBC or get a team of people to generate content for the site. I don’t have either of those things nor do I want that.

With that being said, MBC is downsizing a little bit. I’m still going to have plenty of puppy photos and happy facts, but the writing portions of MBC will be changing so it’s more manageable for me.


In short, I’m sorry for disappearing. I’m back for good this time and ready to go, just had to recharge the brain for a bit before coming back to the brightest corner I’ve found on the internet. I have plenty of new stories and lots of good news to share with all of you. Stay tuned!


Until next time,