I love story. Thank you for reading mine.
This series holds everything I wrote daily from 2017-2021 throughout the throes of cancer, diagnosis, treatment, surgeries, and the beginnings of survivorship. I started TPS in 2020 so this series is a ‘look back’ into the story with each post.
Why do we sugarcoat things? Because truth is high stakes. And it’s risky. And sometimes we’ve been harmed by its tactlessness or we’ve been manipulated by its manipulator or it has been weaponized. And
It’s September. There is a lot to that short little sentence… It’s September. I love this day. I loathe this day. I love what this time of year means to me. I loathe what
August 30th is another one of those days… I mean, let’s be real, it seems like every day in August was tough and there is literally something every month of the year that packs a
The last week of August is such an emotionally wretched wrecking week. Biopsy, diagnosis, breast MRI, meeting surgeons… there were so many appointments in such a short span of days. The storm whipping around
As a family, we’re ready to make it official. Our Caty-girl has committed to play volleyball at Montana State University Billings and we are SO excited for and with her. The journey is not
Some days just have a bite to them. August 25th mauls me…every year. The heaviness of the day, the memories, the pit in my stomach, the ‘off-ness’ invading every second of every minute of every
This was the day that sent me into a hurricane. Yeah, the breast exam early in the month, the car accident and the mammogram/ultrasound each building into the storm that would unleash as of
I got to have a girl’s weekend with one of my dearest friends at her house in Texas. It was so good for my soul to spend time with her, live a few days
I am feeling totally frazzled today…lots of “off” vibes, strange weather, insecurities, frustrations, last-to-know moments, peculiar interactions, unpracticed routines, the high of opportunity with the low of it falling through, an oddly behaving dog,
Even among all of the distractions (a kid sick on her first day of school, team pictures which is always a chaotic couple of hours, work, a hair appointment, and hearing about my other
