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
Heading Home
Jordan and I are on our way home from our girls’ trip to Chicago. Literally, we are on the plane in the air. I’m probably breaking some rules here, but the flight attendants are awfully friendly to me. They must know I have breast cancer. Chicago was a blast! We met my friend, Andrea, and
Spreading Kindness Through Peace Corps
Mark this down: At age 11, my daughter, Jordan, has decided to become a missionary. Unfortunately for Jordan, her parents have not, so she will have to hit the pause button on that dream for a few more years. Jordan’s passion and compassion was recently ignited when she attended a presentation by a woman who
No Tummy Tuck for Me
Saul and I met with the plastic surgeon at THE JAMES today. Let me tell you, as professional as that male doctor was, it was still incredibly uncomfortable to be sitting in a room with my husband while another man took very precise measurements of my breasts. Saul and I couldn’t look each other in
Googling Boob Jobs Isn’t All that Fun
We meet with the plastic surgeon tomorrow. I’ve decided to go ahead with the single mastectomy instead of the lumpectomy. Doing the lumpectomy would have meant radiation, and if the surgeon couldn’t get enough clear tissue around the tumors, she would have had to go back at a later date and do the mastectomy anyway.
