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February 2015

  • Do My Breasts Define Me…

    Do my breasts define me? No. They are there Living on my chest They have annoyed me at times And brought unwanted attention from men They are lovely They provided milk for…

  • Openness and Honesty

    I love to wear hoodies, always have. But right now, the attached hood feels like a magical creation. A bald head gets cold fast, really fast. I had no idea how much…

  • Sleepless Nights and Blips of Time

    I love to sleep, like love it with all of my heart. And before chemo had the ability to fall asleep pretty much anywhere. Sitting, standing, with kids loudly playing. Sit me…

  • Chemo Fog

    Holy moly. When I was dosed with my first round of chemo, I had no idea what to expect. I would closely equate it with getting hit by a truck. It was…

  • Staying Positive

    Cancer is a difficult road. From worrying that you may have it, the gut-wrenching actual diagnosis, the treatment for it and all of the physical and emotional components that go along with…

  • My Corner of the World

    I spend a whole lot of time in bed these days. Like, a lot. Waaay more than I’d care to. But it is what it is at moment and trying to make…

  • Transfusions and Magical Powers

    Over the last week I’ve felt less nauseous but definitely more fatigued. Had some other symptoms that sent me to the doctor yesterday. Hindsight, I should have gone to the doctor last…

  • Warm Sun, New Regimen and Exhaustion

    Wow, today was 70 degrees and sunny and holy moly did I need that! Those of you who know me well, know of my distaste for winter. I actually love snow, but…