Week 14 A.D. Friday was Zach’s last day home with me. We celebrated by finally leaving the house together for something that wasn’t a doctor appointment! Zander had Family Breakfast at school, so we ate our donut, heard the Ukulele Club strum to pop hits, and hit up the book fair. I navigated the halls… Continue reading Plan A-ish
Week 13 A.D. I guess I hadn’t considered recovery from surgery to be part of the cancer fight. Treatment always came to mind as the fight-part. The surgery itself, chemo, radiation, whatever. But I’ve been fighting for my wellness every single day of recovery. Friday the 13th started off with a notification in MyChart. It… Continue reading Love & war in recovery.
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
Friday, January 30, 2026 was the day my breasts were amputated. Bilateral mastectomy is the technical term, or DMX, not to be confused with the 90s/Y2K rapper. I refer it as an amputation because it is—two very distinctive female body parts were surgically removed and replaced with prosthetics. I wish society and the medical field… Continue reading A long day in surgery.
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.
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