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 12 A.D. You know what I miss? Bending over. Dressing myself. Washing myself. Sitting up without a “boost”. Doing my own my hair. Sleeping in my bed. Walking further than a few houses. Being able to “go”—yes, I mean #2. But you know what I won’t miss? Cancer. This shitty part is only temporary.… Continue reading Hope & Strength Win
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 8 A.D. Monday was MRI DAY. It was also the day before Jillian’s sixteenth birthday. I always decorate the kitchen for the kids the night before their birthday, so they can feel like they woke up to a birthday party, but I had to go a little extra this year. It was her Sweet… Continue reading MRI Bangers
Week 7 A.D. I started this blog before my first appointment with my surgeon. I was almost six weeks into my journey and I was scared, mad, confused and constantly doubting my own feelings and sanity and needed to get the constant sense of anxiety out of my head. I didn’t know if anyone was… Continue reading When life gives you lemons for boobs…
Midlife Mamacita 