post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
I’m one of the lucky ones. I get to have a ‘chemoversary’, where I look back into the past and remember when I was on chemo. What it means to have a chemoversary is that 1) You’re still alive, and 2) You’re done with chemo. So I’m lucky. Really really lucky, and that isn’t lost … Read more
For a myriad of reasons I’ve been revisiting pieces I wrote while I was in cancer treatment. For this Throw-Back Thursday, I’m republishing a short Facebook post from the fall of 2013. I wrote it while I was in the throws of chemo fatigue – when just getting up and crossing a room meant I … Read more
I woke up to a soft, apologetic voice. “Mommy, I threw up…” A few years ago hearing these words would have made me growl and rise out of bed with resentment. I would have immediately started freaking out about missing work the next day, and I might have even grumbled at my poor son for … Read more
This one was hard. Much harder even than I thought it would be. But there it is, my cancer binder – formerly known as the Elephant – pared down, organized and on the shelf. I rule. Before I tell the tale of how that happened, I have to take a moment and give a shout-out … Read more
The picture above is my cancer binder – or rather it’s the teetering pile of papers that I intend to get into an organized binder. It’s something I tried to put together right after I was diagnosed, so that I could keep all of the paperwork and pamphlets and brochures and receipts in one place. … Read more