Interesting to me that on the anniversary date of my total hysterectomy and oophorectomy, I had to drive by the medical center that, not only did I deliver my first baby at, but it
Body pains. Emotional funk. Stomach upset. Existential wonder. Constant as this is, some days it’s next-level loud. Today marks the anniversary of my bilateral mastectomy. The edges of the memories blur only a little due to time passing, but something
I saw an image. It’s August. My head is spinning. The image is of the famous statue of Juliet in Verona, Italy. The caption: “to be a woman….” People have nearly bore a hole
A Problematic Metaphor We realllllllly don’t like the out-of-control feeling it is to not understand something. We don’t like it when things don’t make sense. We get antsy and prickly when we can’t explain
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
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
The next morning I woke up and looked in the mirror. I still had a shaved head and it was only going to get balder. My hair didn’t grow back miraculously overnight as much
It’s a tough anniversary day as this was the day my port was placed…a much more difficult step then I’d expected. A step heavy on my heart yet three years later. It was impossible
I launched this personal site today–The Purposed Sailor–3 years to the day that I started daily writing out my cancer story. My heart in this endeavor is to continue to process the wholeness of