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
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
I got to have a girl’s weekend with one of my dearest friends at her house in Texas. It was so good for my soul to spend time with her, live a few days
I wasn’t worth much yesterday in the general sense of the phrase. I could hardly participate in conversations, my words sluggish to surface. I had so little motivation and energy to get out of
Oh August 7. You are a hard day. I find myself a little lofty today…like, floaty sort of. Triggered for sure. Think of an old Tom & Jerry cartoon…Jerry, a slight cheese smell wafting
August starts tomorrow. For me, August holds some painful memories. And August is just the beginning of a whole slew of months with painful memories. So, today, as July wraps up, I wanted to
“I bent until I damn near broke. But that’s the thing about resilience…It shows up just as your soul begins to cry and catapults your strength into over-drive.” Alfa This Day in 2018: 15
“F%#k cancer.” Said everyone ever to be touched by it Sorry not sorry to state the brutal reality of cancer. This Day in 2018: Sad Reality It was a very long and difficult week.