"I'm on the hunt for who I've not yet become."
Where do I start—the eve of surgery maybe? The night of March 6th I did everything I was supposed to—I didn’t eat after dinner, I didn’t drink anything after midnight, I took all my piercings out, cleaned off my makeup, and scrubbed off every bit of nail polish that remained on my finger and toe … Continue reading DAY SIXTY-FIVE
I don't want to write this post. But because I don't want to write it, is exactly why I'm going to force myself to write it anyway.
You know what cancer is good for? Remembering to appreciate the fact that you’re alive. I said that yesterday, and I meant it. I meant it yesterday and I meant it when I said it back in 2004 after my mother was diagnosed with breast cancer. Her diagnosis and subsequent five-year-battle with a beast called … Continue reading DAY THIRTY-EIGHT
My mom said, “It'll get easier, and you’ll start living again. Because that’s what you do when you have cancer—you live with it until one day you’re free from it.” She’s right. I’m only 23 days in and it’s already gotten easier, and I'm positive having my mom here has helped more than anything else. … Continue reading DAY TWENTY-THREE
"Moms are magic, y'all" Jill: I'm thinking about you, sis. I'm glad mom is with you. Me: I'm glad she's here's, too. I've felt better since she arrived. Jill: That's good to hear. She's got a comforting presence, and she's been through it. Me: Honestly, I think mom is serotonin in human form. Lol. Jill: … Continue reading DAY FOURTEEN
#TeamNothing And I thought the Core Biopsy I had last week had sucked...the MRI-guided biopsy I had this past Wednesday was in a whole other league of suckage. It starts off like any other breast-MRI. You’re on your stomach, face inside a hollow pillow, breasts inside what I’ll not-so-fondly refer to as “boob boxes”. You’re … Continue reading DAY TEN.
My dad always says, "Things get worse before they get better.” If you've read DAY FOUR, you'll know that I had an MRI on Friday and why. After waiting all weekend, around 8:20 yesterday morning my phone rang: they'd found something on my other breast and would need to schedule me for an MRI- guided … Continue reading DAY SIX
“My dad told me none of us make it through life without having to fight a few battles along the way.” He said that yesterday, on Day Three, and he would know, as he’s fought more than a few difficult battles of his own. And if you know me, you probably know my dad's story … Continue reading DAY FOUR.
"My dad told me I was put on this earth for a reason, and now is when I'm going to find out why." He told me that today—which I will hereby refer to as DAY TWO. Tomorrow will be DAY THREE, the day after that will be DAY FOUR, and so on and so on. … Continue reading DAY ONE.
I'M ON THE HUNT FOR WHO I'VE NOT YET BECOME.
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