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 stinging behind my eyes, intense. The burning in my nose, telling. My body’s foreshadowing is now my heart’s befalling. It can take mere seconds or sometimes it takes hours, but the grief comes…What is
Do you know someone who’s been diagnosed with breast cancer? The likelihood (based solely on horrifying statistics) is that yes, you do. From the patient perspective, here is a list of very practical things
I love speaking in pictures. I feel like it helps communicate to a depth where sometimes words fall short. It helps me process and purpose the hardest parts of my story or illuminate the
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
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
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 lakes close for boating on the 30th so Chris wanted to go out one more time before winterizing his boat. He invited me. I said ‘yes.’ I said ‘yes’ because I’m trying to
After I posted my question yesterday, I have since found myself thinking so much about it. At times the ‘what would I say?’ has run through my head over and over, asking myself ‘what
“How you climb up the mountain is just as important as how you get down the mountain, and, so it is with life, which for many of us becomes one big gigantic test followed