More Than Words
“I’ll see you in May,” my breast surgeon says. “It’ll be three years then.” He smiles as he says that. I smile too, at the idea of three years out. Sounds like a long time, but is it cause for celebration? Is it significant? Three years without a sign of recurrence. Does it mean anything… Continue reading
The End of Reconstruction
Today, I’m reminded of what “Goliath” means. Though, I don’t often recognize milestones along my breast cancer road, I think it’s right to say, I’ve got one. My reconstruction is officially complete. Finished, done…That lofty, elusive goal, so unattainable for many breast cancer patients and more than two years in the making for me,… Continue reading
Although, I’ve been posting this photo all over facebook, I had to share here. Just had to. I smile every time I see it. This photo, his expression, the ridiculousness of those pants… all of it makes me happy. The joy in my son’s face is what gets me. He is truly in the moment… Continue reading
The Art of Gratitude
What’s up with gratitude? I’ve just endured the longest pause ever between blog posts because I didn’t want my sulking to seem ungrateful. After all, I’m lucky. Lucky to be here writing, lucky my family is safe, lucky we have a warm house with food to eat. Lucky, I can go about my life without… Continue reading
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.