It’s peculiar. . . When I think about my cancer story and all that is in it… When I go through it and tick off the big dates, the ones that hold the significant
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
#Didyouknow Day 7 of 7 From the #patientperspective, cancer is not a temporary detour. And survivorship isn’t returning to the original route once the inconvenience of construction is over. That’s not how trauma works…
A Patient’s Perspective Oof. Cancer is lonely. It’s such a confusing thing to say seeing as there are scores of people diagnosed with cancer all of the time…and specifically here, in this lovely #Pinktober,
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