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
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
