Category Archives: The story

it is a serious thing // just to be alive / on this fresh morning / in this broken world.~mary oliveri’ve been working with a leadership coach for the past few months. recently, i had a big a-ha moment, and … Continue reading →

in one of my first blog posts to Caringbridge, back in 2012 (yes, 2012), i lamented how disruptive cancer was and is, how i was supposed to go to iceland and italy and so many other places. i feel as … Continue reading →

I’ve sat down to write this blog post no less than 6 times. What do I say? Do I even want to reflect on what is happening, or do I just want to move on? Is it a permanent state, … Continue reading →

mike always plays this game with me to pass time when we’re traveling together, making a choice between less-than-ideal hypothetical options. would you rather have hair on your eyeballs or on your tongue, no matter if you shaved or cut … Continue reading →

spoiler alert:  biopsy results are in–i don’t have cancer but a type of pre-cancer. ************************* when i was little girl, i remember thinking that i might be someone special, just waiting to be discovered for some incredible talent that i hadn’t even … Continue reading →

does the story end? are we actually in the beginning? or the middle? we don’t know. now, maybe ever. as part of my ATM gene mutation, i started getting MRIs twice a year. my first one was a friday ago, … Continue reading →

what is ATM?a) ATM: a machine that spits out money. b) ATM: a really big gene that when mutated, increases one’s risk of breast cancer by 25-40%.c) ATM: alcohol, tequila, and marijuana, for short (thanks, laurie). while i’d really like to … Continue reading →

i’m a week out of surgery today. thank you to everyone who has reached out and checked in, brought food and flowers, and just sent warm thoughts our way. i went into surgery excited, in a way, to get it … Continue reading →

tomorrow, we’ll have another go at making me physically whole. tomorrow, we’ll hope that the radiated and thin skin on my chest holds strong and doesn’t retract like an old-school shrinky dink and result in an infected mess. tomorrow, we’ll … Continue reading →

welcome to my 100 day project! i’ll be writing a bit each day, sometimes on the blog, and sometimes just in my journal. i’ve never been one to set new year’s resolutions. but this year, i learned about a different … Continue reading →