You took, and you took, and you took.
Two days to my birthday, seven to the lump— the tiny split-pea in my breast that grew into an unwelcome empire. Twice, I asked. Twice, they said no. Too young. Come …
Death
My eulogy to my Tub Talk Partner
In June 2019, we quickly went from being two strangers, sitting at opposite ends of the tables for a “Breasties” coffee meet up where we …
5 years ago today
5 years ago today, I found a lump in my right breast. 5 days after my 46th birthday. And 5 years ago today, lived Janice, …
Survival guilt : living among the dying
I know it sounds strange that I would claim I have survival guilt, which is typically reserved to victims of a unplanned traumatic event such …