I’m typically pretty disciplined at keeping myself present and in the “simply show up” mindset. But recently I’ve lost a little touch with that and I’ve found myself reeling a little in the spiral
In my upside-down world, not feeling well has a whole different meaning. The memories of chemo gut punch my soul. The anxieties of recurrence paralyze my mind. Talking becomes too hard. Thinking becomes even
Expectations is my word for the day. I’ve written about this before so pardon the redundancy, but my day today, from the moment I woke up (from awful sleep, by the way) to the almost-going-to-bed
Today is the anniversary of Infusion Day Round 4. Ugh. That was a rough day. I felt so defeated. I had some significant progress behind me that I could cling to and sort of
Survivorship is . . . *Post 981 Treasured Time :: 12/7/17 :: Post 101 I was interviewed tonight by a researcher who I’ve known for over a year now…she’s someone I’d love to be
Day 2, a perplexing waiting game…a holding pattern wrought with anxiety…an eerie moment in time where I was yet sheltered from the storm that was brewing, the swirling deep below the surface and the