It is with me. Always. I bump my elbow and scream out in pain.I have an incessant itch on a patch of skin.I feel tension in my lower back.I see more hair in my
Day 2, a perplexing waiting game…a holding pattern wrought with anxiety…an eerie moment in time where I was yet sheltered from the storm that was brewing, the swirling deep below the surface and the
Chemotherapy. Like any other word, will mean something different to each person. To the patient. The caregiver. The close family and friends. The distant ones. The doctors and nurses. The receptionists checking in the
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
I was out with some friends today, taking a lovely stroll around Estes Park, and one of them said something. [*Side bar – I don’t plan ahead for what I’m going to write about…instead,
A friend so lovingly encouraged me today. She said, “I’m actually thankful that you continue to process all that cancer diagnosis and treatment and survivorship has been for you instead of rushing through it.”
We often don’t give credit to our feelings and what they can teach us. Using feeling words, describe a time or experience of transformation in your life. Life offers lessons for each of us. What would
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So how about today? Have you practiced any pauses? I have a theory (also hear: opinion) that I’m gonna throw out there. Those who struggle the most with the pause, aka “slow down,” are
You know when you get a new car (or a new-to-you) car and the next time you’re on the road you see your same new car in the same new color w a a