I love story. Thank you for reading mine.
I began this series in January of 2023 where I write a monthly message about the things that surviving cancer, intense grief and loss and trauma, providing coaching and counseling to others in their own surviving of grief, loss, and trauma, and, well, life in general all have to teach me in hopes that it teaches you something, too.
Another new metaphor. Speaking of…. And then there’s…. So, on that note…. Another new metaphor. What a shipwreck cancer is. I was living life on charted waters, predictable to its highest degree possible. My
Balloons. More balloons. Perspectives. More perspectives. Balloons. The vantage point of cancer changes the way I see time. It is in such a tilted kilter as it isn’t what it once was, and it
Snowy perspectives. 1019182430. Crowded loneliness. Are you listening or. . . ? Snowy perspectives. I stare off into the distance out of the window nearby trying to find the place to start for this
The significance of September. Altered. When vulnerability IS trauma. Tomorrow. The significance of September. This used to be a time of year that I yearned for. That moment when August turned September was the
The Haunting. The Real. The Caution. The Toll. The Haunting The Ghost does not live controlled by time;ticking seconds to hours; days to years,birthday cake candles and calendar moments,seasons and sunrises, sunsets, and moon
Changing landscapes. A sad isolation. Vertigo and vomit. Sirius and the dog days. My cancer diagnosis shattered me. Let me first say that I am absolutely okay admitting that. There is this assumption that
Reflections. Elusive hope. Toxic hope. A kind hope. A story in a story. We write stories all of the time. There are those that retell the past, full of memories both good and bad.
Waking up to do. Decisions to make. Boundaries to set. Status quos to challenge. This is for anyone surviving anything because there is a certain camaraderie in the incessance of surviving. Life events that
BTDT. Gaslighting. Relentlessness. Get real. “Been there. Done that.” So…I hear this all of the time and it annoys me every single time. This cliché sends a message that life events exist one-dimensionally, that
The urgent. The trudge. Cancer teaches me things. BothAnd. I have a very different relationship with time now because of cancer. Cancer does this weird thing with time – it becomes crystal clear that
