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
Chemotherapy may in fact be one of the most wretched human experiences. I mean it is literal poison. And yet it is also this magic potion that has the power to extend lives. It
It’s peculiar. . . When I think about my cancer story and all that is in it… When I go through it and tick off the big dates, the ones that hold the significant
How does somewhere so crowded feel solonely?And how does a place with standing room only feel soempty? How is it that even on common ground very little iscommon?And how is it that even in shared experiences very little
Milestones. Hmmm. I get it. I do. I understand why we mark specific moments or days or accomplishments. Sort of like anniversaries and I very much appreciate honoring those… But the milestone is a social construct,
4 years ago today the veritable cat named Denial was let outta the bag. It was the day that I created my site on MyLifeLine. It was the day that I told everyone in
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
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
Oh boy I did a lot today. My body is angry at me and at the same time, I feel very accomplished and strong in spirit having done hard things, pushing myself to the