A couple of days ago I wrote about how hope has invaded my cancer story through the practice of capturing the now, authentic as it is, on a daily basis. Yesterday, in all of
Helped Chris with a home improvement project today. Now paying for it and can hardly move…my joints locked up in exhaustion and pain, my body puffy and swollen from who knows what, my heart
“This desert journey has made me weary but my heart is still slouched toward hope.” MHN I love this statement by Morgan Harper Nichols. It fits so well into my present being. I’ve likened
As much as I struggle being in my own skin I’m sure glad I’m in my own story. I’m far too tired to write tonight…it was a long and wonderful Christmas Day spending time
Today I wish to be out of my own skin. My own body. I can’t even stand to look in the mirror and I can’t even think straight because of the brain fog. I
Oh the headspace today is roooooooouuuuuuuugh. I don’t want to think. I don’t want to feel. I don’t want to write. I don’t want to do. The sludge is thick. *Post 997 February ::
Following yesterday’s post I’ve gotten some feedback regarding fear. I don’t blame them for wondering and I’m grateful they reach out rather than sit in their own presumptions about how I actually feel. As
I always rehearse in my mind what it would sound like and what my reaction would be if I heard, ‘it’s back.’ The thing is, I know it’s irrational…I wouldn’t hear about it during
The night before an onco follow up always feels interesting. I can tell I’m a little off…not overly preoccupied yet by the feelings that will hit hard tomorrow…but certainly preoccupied by the feelings that
“A convenient justification betrays a good intention.”@ThePurposedSailor @AmberHavekost We’d be wise to consider the ramifications of our justifications when derived from convenience. While we might think they excuse our behavior, they also shed light