Can I Still Wear Pink?
I’m cancer-free! The medical oncologist suggested I take an anti-estrogen pill, called Tamoxifen, for the next ten years just to make sure no nasty cells get a foot-hold, but it appears that I will not need chemo. It is truly the best case scenario! Because of my age, Saul and I have decided to get
My First Day of School, Too
Today’s a big day in the Phillips’ household. It’s the first day of school! Ben won’t start full-day kindergarten until next Tuesday, but this year all three of my kids are in elementary school! It’s also my anniversary! It’s Saul’s anniversary, too. Happy 15th, Sweetie! And it’s P-Day. Today is the day we get the
I’m Sitting Out of this Fight
The air conditioning malfunctioned while we were on vacation. We had a repairman out to fix it yesterday, so the kids can resume sleeping in their upstairs bedrooms. Ben and Charlie (5 & 9) will be sharing a room again for a while since all of the carpeting in Ben’s room needs to be replaced
Vacation is Over
We are home from vacation, and now that the laundry is done, I need a vacation. It’s easier to forget about things like breast cancer when you’re thinking about things like the number of fish in the ocean. Myrtle Beach is a chaotic tourist trap– and I loved it. It’s the perfect place for a
Kindness Can Clean Up the Biggest of Messes
I had the strangest thing happen to me the other day. Someone totally burst my kindness bubble, and I was left standing in the middle of my bedroom wondering if I should scream, cry or just go back to bed and pretend it never happened. I was home, recovering from my mastectomy surgery and unable
Ready or Not… the First Look
Thursday, August 13, 2015. This is going down in the books as the day my husband first saw the results of my mastectomy. It’s been four weeks and two days since the surgery. I, myself, went from refusing to look at the wounds to staring in fascination at the flat spot and incision line where
Why You Should Love Your Husband Today
I was sitting on the beach in my little chair looking at my phone. All of a sudden I looked up and saw this… My husband of 15 years and my 11 year old daughter, both with their hands on their hips, waiting to catch the next wave. My heart swelled and I thought, “I
