Body pains. Emotional funk. Stomach upset. Existential wonder. Constant as this is, some days it’s next-level loud. Today marks the anniversary of my bilateral mastectomy. The edges of the memories blur only a little due to time passing, but something
I saw an image. It’s August. My head is spinning. The image is of the famous statue of Juliet in Verona, Italy. The caption: “to be a woman….” People have nearly bore a hole
Balloons. More balloons. Perspectives. More perspectives. Balloons. The vantage point of cancer changes the way I see time. It is in such a tilted kilter as it isn’t what it once was, and it
Snowy perspectives. 1019182430. Crowded loneliness. Are you listening or. . . ? Snowy perspectives. I stare off into the distance out of the window nearby trying to find the place to start for this
Changing landscapes. A sad isolation. Vertigo and vomit. Sirius and the dog days. My cancer diagnosis shattered me. Let me first say that I am absolutely okay admitting that. There is this assumption that
The urgent. The trudge. Cancer teaches me things. BothAnd. I have a very different relationship with time now because of cancer. Cancer does this weird thing with time – it becomes crystal clear that
Words matter. Stop and think before you speak. An unpopular opinion. And a challenge. Growing up my grandma used to call me Mary Mary. But since my name is Amber, for a long time
Fear of recurrence. Survivor’s guilt. Imposter syndrome. Identity crisis. Often these are viewed as overused buzzwords or stale mental health jargon. Sometimes they are viewed as easy excuses or corny clichés. And in my
It’s my birthday today. And it’s snowing like crazy. And for anyone that knows me, they know I LOVE snow. Like, LOOOOOOOVE it. So, yay for me. 🙂 Birthdays look different to me now. Today’s
How does somewhere so crowded feel solonely?And how does a place with standing room only feel soempty? How is it that even on common ground very little iscommon?And how is it that even in shared experiences very little