For This Next Dance With Chemo, I’ll Be Wearing My Blue Suede Shoes
About three weeks ago I started getting winded on the elliptical and even climbing a single flight of stairs left me out of breath; soon after I noticed my right …
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Maple Syrup, Poutine… and Cancer Research? Let’s Connect the Dots!
Yesterday, we were gearing up (yes! Pun intended!!) to meet Darrell Fox and his National Ride of Hope Team this morning. These eight cyclists are tackling a massive 7,000 km …
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 back at fifty, they said. …
The Dichotomies of 2024 – Sour Lemons and Sweet Lemonade
If I had to sum up 2024 in a single word, it would be dichotomies. This year was a relentless seesaw of challenges and triumphs, sorrow and joy, hardship and …
This is me!
To best appreciate this post, I’d encourage you to play the music first or while you read it. This song is from “The Greatest Showman“, which is probably my kids’ …
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 only knew each other by …
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, Marloes, Libby, Yvette and Natalie. …
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 a car crash, a property …
Don’t feel sorry for me. I don’t.
Since restrictions have eased, I’ve been out more and have had the opportunity to meet some new people. When they learn about my cancer, several of these individuals have told …