I am two days late (as always), but Sunday was National Cancer Survivors’ Day. Yay, I think. I am definitely lucky. I get to call myself a survivor. My cancer held at stage 3 (meaning it didn’t spread to other parts of my body, despite being present in a large… Continue reading
It’s Mother’s Day again. How many years has it been since I spent one with Mom? Forty-three years? Something like that? It’s a long time, that’s all I’m saying. While I have now shared some of the same journey, I still wish I understood what this dear woman went… Continue reading
It’s that time of year again. Pinktober. It is a time where we are bombarded with pink so that we are “aware” of breast cancer. Is there really anyone at this point who is not aware of breast cancer? For those of us who have experienced it, it… Continue reading
Fear is my choice. How I am taking back my life. Continue reading
Honoring all the moms with metastatic breast cancer. Continue reading
