post-traumatic growth…one day at a time
I didn’t used to think I had any big dreams. I was a theatre major in college, so everyone assumed theatre was my dream. But while theatre was my great love and my career of choice, it wasn’t ever a dream. I never fantasized about doing theatre – I was a stage manager, and a … Read more
Yes I’m re-using that picture. It makes me smile, deal with it. My arm hair returned recently, along with a small but annoying case of acne. These are things I’d dealt with before chemo removed them both and replaced them with that sexy, hairless-cat look and hot flashes. Now they’re both back, and I’m doing … Read more
In my last post I talked about the dancing asshole in front of the finish line, and how I have this tendency to back away from something right as I’m about to achieve success at it. I’m surprised and pleased at the response I got – it seems to have hit a nerve with more … Read more
I won’t waste space begging for your forgiveness – though I AM sorry. I won’t waste your time talking about all of the reasons I did what I did or said what I said. I’m not going to list any excuses, and I’m not going to talk about how hurt I was or how much … Read more
This is the part no one told me about. My own personal post-apocalyptic world where nothing is the same as it was before, and there’s no road map for how to live now. I wake up grateful to be alive and grateful to be done with treatment, wiser than I was before, more compassionate than … Read more