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
Oh boy I did a lot today. My body is angry at me and at the same time, I feel very accomplished and strong in spirit having done hard things, pushing myself to the
“Grit is living life like it’s a marathon, not a sprint.” Angela Lee Duckworth This quote speaks to me for a few reasons. 1. Grit may be one of the biggest values I hold and
I live in the upside-down where the both+ands far outnumber the either-ors, where life is slow and simple, where all feedback is esteemed relevant, where I seek to embrace challenge and not escape from
One of the things that has thrown me most off with cancer is the body trauma. Of course, I shouldn’t be surprised, but before this was my story I always thought of cancer more
I woke up in a massive funk today. My body felt weird. My eyes burned. My head ached. My stomach hurt. My brain, sluggish. My heart, blah. I’m wondering if those things, though somewhat
CancerMessedMeUpBad. CancerMessedMeUpGood. I feel different about everything. I’m backwards and inside out, I’m upside down and I’m missing body parts. I have it in my head that cancer is a win/win – I die,
It’s funny to me, that the only wig that I felt most comfortable in, was my purple one. I loathed the brown one and felt disgustingly fake in it. And despite it’s luxurious length
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