I have really struggled today with being in my own skin. Man, breast cancer wreaks havoc on self-image. And the heart-hurt of that is deep and very painful. The “and” part of today –
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
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