Speaking of Kindness
I get to speak tomorrow for the first time in almost a year! My friend’s dad is in Rotary and was in charge of picking the speaker, so I’m pretty sure I’m part of the friends & family plan, but I’ll take it! Now I just have to figure out what to say… Before moving
Patience Training Program
I’ve been praying for years that God will help me develop more patience. Can I just say, be careful what you wish for? It has occurred to me that God is developing my muscle of patience by actually forcing me to flex that particular muscle. He apparently wants me to be an active participant in
Being Kind Doesn’t Have to Make Sense
Just after moving to Ohio, I did something really weird. I was standing in line at the tiny neighborhood grocery store when a man came up behind me with a case of beer. He had to hold it because my groceries were taking up the whole conveyor belt, so I shoved some things forward and
Breast Cancer Brain
I’ve heard that one of the side-effects of chemotherapy is a fogginess of thought called, “Chemo Brain” and that one of the major side effects of radiation is extreme fatigue. I’m not going through chemo or radiation right now, so can someone please tell me why I’m experiencing the side effects? Just the other day,
Intervention is One Pint Away
I am going to need an intervention people. My motivation to take care of myself is dwindling. I still shower and get dressed before 2 in the afternoon, but I’m quickly developing a whole host of other bad habits. For example, BD (before diagnosis), I was at the gym at 9am every day like clockwork.
My Husband is Trying to Get Inside My Brain
So this struck me as pretty funny: Saul and I were talking last night and I mentioned this blog. I started to explain something I’d written when he got this sheepish-yet-defiant look on his face. “What?” I said. “Yeah, I’ve been reading them.” He kind of mumbled. Now this is funny, because for the past
Emoticon Overload
“It’s only breast cancer.” That’s what I wrote in a text message to a girlfriend. I wasn’t trying to be flippant or funny. It’s true. When I start to feel sorry for myself, I remind myself, “It’s only breast cancer.” My kids are happy, my husband is healthy (and we love each other which is
