Week 11 A.D. I woke up throughout the night/early Saturday morning, from Zach dispensing my drugs just as nurses would have if I had stayed in the hospital. I had no idea what I was taking but I trusted him fully. By the time the sun was up, I recalled him meddling with tubes and… Continue reading Peace Out Cancer
Weeks 9 & 10 A.D. Monday was MLK Day. My middle kid, Emma, has been very active in finding some volunteer activity to do in honor of Dr. King’s legacy to make it a “day on, not a day off” by giving back to the community. Given my upcoming surgery, I wasn’t comfortable going to… Continue reading I am humbled. Deeply, deeply humbled.
Week 2 A.D. (after diagnosis). My oldest daughter, Jillian, blessed me with a major distraction to my assumed cancer diagnosis. We kicked off the month of December with surgery to correct her deviated septum and tilted crus cartilage at the inside tip of her nose. It was a long-time coming since she busted her nose… Continue reading A Second Opinion
Driving home from my failed road trip attempt due to a panic attack, I sat in the front passenger seat, puffy faced with saltwater from my tears dried onto my cheeks and eyelids. My head felt full and swollen – to that point where it kind of feels like a head cold or maybe even… Continue reading Tears for Fears
Midlife Mamacita 