Parenting with Cancer
There are certain things that seem to have disappeared during this cancer journey, the most alarming of which is my inability to filter my words before I speak. I think it, therefore I say it. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s not. Saul must have the same problem, because he is constantly cracking jokes about catching
Getting Real in the Hotel Lobby
I made it to Myrtle Beach! That was the biggest thing about having the surgery. I didn’t want to miss this family vacation that we have had planned for almost a year, but I also didn’t want to go and end up bringing home a nasty infection as a souvenir. In the end, it all
Fighting Cancer with Kindness
I’ve held the belief for a while now that if you truly want to be happy and feel fulfilled, you have to get your mind off yourself and onto the needs of others. Constant introspection makes your problems bigger, your pain more acute and your life pretty dismal. When you can get out of your
Impromptu Surgery
Remember that surgery I narrowly escaped earlier this week? Yeah, well, it caught me. The doctor reluctantly agreed not to do surgery on Tuesday, but by Thursday it was evident that my wound was going in the wrong direction. I sheepishly texted several very attractive pictures of blood and puss and general yuckiness to my
What’s Normal Anyway?
When I was first diagnosed back in May, Saul and I did everything we could to keep busy. The busier you are, the less time you have to think. It worked pretty well, but I remember every once in a while it would catch up with me. I would be on a fun family adventure
No Surgery!
It turns out the lip gloss and sparkly earrings worked! The doctor totally forgot about the surgery! Okay, he didn’t forget… but he agreed with my assessment that my body was doing a fine job of healing on its own and perhaps we could give it just a little more time to finish the job.
Surgery Day?
I may or may not be having surgery again today. The skin near my mastectomy incision may or may not be dying. The doctor will look at it again today at 10am make a game-time decision. If he deems the skin dead, I’ll be back on the operating table by 1pm. I hate to be
