Another dreaded day. I remember it well. I woke up with a defeated feeling in my heart. The same way I woke up on the morning of my bilateral mastectomy, the morning my port
I have found it interesting that even three years later, October 9 looms. I’ve been all-consumed with what the date has been for the last many days, even into the last few weeks. “Are
It was at about this same time that I was coming to, the deep sleep and fog of anesthesia slowly lifting with each minute that passed. I tried to move but my body felt
*Now, before you totally cancel me for saying that (because it’s weird, I know), I want to explain. First, I tend to say things that some people won’t say, can’t admit or simply don’t