We’re in This Together
I had just one question for the doctor: Is this normal? I’ve been cancer-free for two years, but I still go to The James every three months for a check-up. Yesterday was the day. I sat in the white, sterile exam room in a chair eye-level with my medical oncologist. Everything in the room looked
Week 36 Memory Verse: It’s More Fun to be Right
What is causing the quarrels and fights among you? Don’t they come from the evil desires at war within you? You want what you don’t have, so you scheme and kill to get it. You are jealous of what others have, but you can’t get it, so you fight and wage war to take it
Kindness Makes Kid MVP of the game
When I first married my husband, he bought me a book called “Basketball for Dummies.” He was an assistant men’s college basketball coach at the time. I was more interested in the team’s colors and cute apparel than in what was happening on the court. We clearly had some work to do. I asked him
How My Daughter Got Her Product in Walmart
So a funny thing happened after I had breast cancer. My daughter’s little “Let’s help Mom” sewing project exploded into something that none of us could have ever asked for or imagined. Let’s recap. May 2015: Diagnosed with Stage 2 Lobular Invasive Carcinoma (breast cancer). July 2015: Single mastectomy. August 2015: Doctor declares me “Cancer
Week 35 Memory Verse: Dealing with Difficult People
I’m sure this article has nothing to do with you. It’s about difficult people. You might want to keep reading though, because you probably know a few folks in your life who fit the description. A difficult person is someone who constantly seems to give their opinion— loudly— even when you haven’t asked for it;
It Feels Good to be Trusted
I wonder sometimes about the messages I send even when I am completely unaware. I have been known to roll my eyes and huff at my youngest son, “Can you please remember to bus your own spot after dinner this time?” I wonder if I am secretly saying to him, “You can’t remember to do
Calling All Breast Cancer Survivors
2018. That’s the date (or at least year) set in my mind for the release of my new breast cancer book. This is the book that shows what the process of reconstruction looks like on a real woman’s body — my body. But I am only one. One voice, one body, one choice of the
