Bringing Up Goliath

Over 50 reboot! Life after breast cancer.

November 2010

  • A Question of Nipples

    “When do you want to do nipples?” The words hang in the air of my plastic surgeon’s office.  Echoing endlessly in my ears because no matter how much I think about it, no matter how ready I claim to be about this portion of reconstruction, nothing prepares me for hearing those words in an actual sentence.… Continue reading

  • Giving Thanks

    Early Thanksgiving morning I read on Twitter that a young woman had died leaving her husband and two small children.  I didn’t know anything about her, but I was curious and followed the link.  Not the cheeriest way to start Thanksgiving day…so what. She died of some kind of pelvic tumor.  Not breast, or ovarian,… Continue reading

  • Before, Now, and Forever After

    Million in the Mirror PSA The more I think about breast cancer, the more it pisses me off.  It’s so sneaky.  Women live in fear of it everyday.  Family history or not; you never know when and if it might hit.  Seems it’s forever hovering nearby waiting to make its entrance and if that weren’t… Continue reading

  • A Clear Message

    I was diagnosed with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma five days before my 45th birthday, but this wasn’t the first time cancer invaded my life.  When I was 19 my mother learned she had breast cancer.  I can’t tell you what kind she had.  I don’t think she knew.  No one spoke about such things in 1983.… Continue reading

  • Mother’s Day comes to November

    Cancer normally rules my posts, but not today.  Today, I will not talk about how life has changed because of it.  I will not talk about seeing life through cancer’s glasses as if life before cancer (BC) didn’t matter as much or was somehow easier or I was somehow less aware of the world around… Continue reading

About Me

Diagnosed 5 days before my 45 birthday with Invasive Ductal Carcinoma, Stage 1, ER/PR+, Her2-. This was 9 years after losing my mom to breast cancer, so in a way, I wasn’t surprised. A bilateral mastectomy followed by reconstruction, oophorectomy, and years of Tamoxifen & Letrozole would follow all while being a wife and mom to two young boys. My mission now is to take control of what I can. For too long, I let life happen to me. Time to have it happen FOR me. I hope you’ll come along. These are my thoughts and stories.

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