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
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
I don’t know that there are any actual benefits to being a breast cancer survivor, but if there’s one, it’s that I get to talk about boobs anytime I want. I was blindsided by a comment the other day. It’s hard to say what’s more surprising – that I can still be affected by things … Read more
My belly is shrinking, finally. I’d have to look it up… although I’m not sure where, but I think it’s taking me longer to lose the chemo weight than it did to lose the weight after I gave birth to R. Crazy. I put my scale into my closet, and like an addict I’ve had … Read more