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 …
Chemotherapy
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 …
From grieving to reframing – Coming to terms with terminal cancer
Here is the second part of my post. This portion talks about how I processed and eventually came to terms with knowing that seeing my …