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 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
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…
Week 6 A.D. Christmas was over, which leaves me feeling a bit sad every year. Typically, I take time off this week each year but youth sports travel took up all of my vacation. On top of work, I had doctor appointments scheduled every day this week for Jillian and I except for New Year’s… Continue reading Everything sucks, but at least I wore cute shoes.
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