Bringing Up Goliath

Over 50 reboot! Life after breast cancer.

To Write or Not to Write

Why would a person revive an old blog?  

Many reasons, actually.  Some sad, but not in this case.  Things are good here, six and a half years after diagnosis, though I’ll save a future post for how I probably just jinxed myself.  I’m convinced that’s how it works.
Well, anyway, the idea of blogging should seem crazy.  I hadn’t wanted anything to do with it for quite a while, but the thing I can’t let go…it feels really right.  It feels strangely familiar.

There’s a brand new notebook, an array of pens, and a slew of ideas all fighting to be first in line.  First to be the words I write after my self-imposed hiatus.

There’s a head full of topics I probably shouldn’t share publicly and strong hesitation as my pen hovers over paper.  But, then it comes, fast and furious, onto the page.  Like last time.  The time when I started blogging.  When so many thoughts, questions, and unbelievable experiences all came tumbling out.  I didn’t know that day in October 2010, if I could write about it.  If I would continue.  I had no idea what waited for me, if anything, in the vast void of the internet.  I just knew I had to try because writing was my way out of the black hole cancer had dropped me in.
My only way out was to scratch, sort through and pull apart every fear, every painful twinge and all those memories.  To write, was to accept it.  To share, was my salvation.  I would learn sharing was synonymous with dropping my load.  I would find an amazingly, supportive community of others like me.  Not exactly like me, since our stories are all different, but close enough.  We’ve all known the same terrifying words.
I kept the blog going longer than I could have imagined.  Along the way, as I unburdened myself, I learned more about the disease I thought I knew.  I made friends with cyber sisters I never met in person and when I lost some, grief made me feel as if I had.    
I wrote for more than two years, until I couldn’t write anymore.  Until I didn’t want to be reminded everyday of the one thing I wished I could forget.  I wanted to spend time with my family and live my life.  
I did and I am.  
In the past, I wrote why I chose to name the blog after my dog, Goliath.  Because like him, I had a sad tale to tell, a rough road to walk and he persevered, overcame adversity and lived a good, peaceful life.  Why couldn’t I?
Two years passed after Goliath died before my family and I felt ready to bring another German Shepherd into our lives.  Another handsome male, with beautiful, amber eyes.  We named him Krypto, after Superman’s boyhood dog.  The Hound of Steel.  Unlike Goliath, he never experienced the ugly side of life.  He’s only known the good.
Krypto, our Hound of Steel

Maybe it’s okay to restart my blog that way.  With good in mind, very little drama.  Like Krypto, a clean slate.  Excited just knowing there are places to go, sights to see, ideas to pursue.  Maybe it doesn’t always need to be bad or scary or sad, though it’s fine to write those things, too.

Very often, in the past couple of years, I’d come across something I felt compelled to write about and thought…if only I was blogging.  

So, I guess it’s time.  I’m not exactly sure yet the path this renewed blog will follow, but I’m thankful for anyone that wants to come along.  I’ve missed you.

If you’re a blogger, does your ability to write ever change with your mood or situation?  Would you give it up?

8 responses to “To Write or Not to Write”

  1. I just read this with happy tears. Beautiful! Welcome back to the world of writing.P.S. I don't believe in jinxes.


  2. Hi Stacey,I am so excited you've decided to revive your blog. This makes my day. I wasn't happy when you stopped blogging, although of course, I completely understood why you wanted to stop. I think I even wrote a post about it. Even when you stopped, I knew you were still out there, so that helped, but I still missed your voice. Write whenever and about whatever you want. I'll be reading. And yes, my ability to write changes with my mood. And I have no idea how long I'll continue. I know the day is coming when I'll say, enough, for lots of reasons. Anyway, your news is like an early Christmas present for me, so again, welcome back, my friend. And happy holidays to you and your family.


  3. Thanks, Wendy. For reading and your never ending support of all things blog related and life related. It means everything. xoxo


  4. Nancy! I made your day? You made mine! It's scary stepping back in. Can I do this? Does anyone care? Serious questions, but I feel good about it. Knowing you're out there reading helps probably more than you know. I love that you're there, continuing to get the message out. Thank you for that! You're amazing! Do not stop blogging anytime soon. Wishing you a very happy Christmas and New Year! Maybe we should skype one day in 2016! That's so techie!


  5. Stacey, welcome back to the blogging world! We've missed you! I'm still blogging, though only once a month. I struggle with finding the time time to blog, but I do what I can. I completely understand the need to take a break, and am so happy you've come back to cyberspace! Look forward to reading more blog posts. Happy Holidays!


  6. Hi Renn! Nice to \”see\” you here! I hope all is well with you. Thanks for the warm welcome back. I'm happy you're still blogging and appreciate you haven't let up. I totally understand how hard it gets to keep writing, so I admire that you've kept going. Thank you for reading. I'm looking forward to seeing more of each other! Happy holidays to you! xoxo


  7. A big huge warm welcome back to the blogosphere Stacey. I am so excited to learn you are blogging again. You've been missed!!


  8. Thank you, Marie! I've missed you all very much, despite still following you, it's not the same. I want to thank you for all your work. You're an inspiration. xoxo


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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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