Category Archives: The story

a few weeks ago, i participated in a rockwood leadership program. we did a powerful exercise with partners on when we lie and when we tell the truth.i’m about to drop some truth on you. this experience has suuuuuucked in a heart … Continue reading →

we’re heading to the hospital now. i have my bag full of all the bits and bobs you’ve given me since august 2012…things to bring healing. things for luck. things that show your love. things that ask me to dream. things … Continue reading →

i’m oddly perplexed by my newly flat chest. there’s something reminiscently familiar about it, like being a little kid again. and there’s also something disfiguring about it, like being a…well, disfigured person. it’s like the car crash i can’t keep my … Continue reading →

i get a lot of questions about how cancer has changed me, if i’m living my life differently. the answer: yes and no, big and small. i’ve been journaling a lot on that and want to write you about it … Continue reading →

just when i started having more energy, just when i was making travel plans and work trips, just when i was reconnecting with my MBA professors about wrapping up coursework, just when i started feeling more reliable as a co-worker, just when i had … Continue reading →

i’m 2 weeks out of surgery and slowly getting more energy and less soreness. many women told me the swap surgery would be a small thing compared to the mastectomy. while mostly true, having my port out and liposuction on … Continue reading →

after 3 months of medical leave, i go back to work tomorrow. i’m nervous, sad, anxious, excited, sore, and tired. i am still limited to walking for exercise, can’t lift more than 5 pounds, and need a significant number of pillows (and … Continue reading →

hey, boob. don’t be afraid….you were made to go out and get her.the minute you let her under your skin,then you begin to make it better.or something like that.last year at this time before my mastectomy, i was scared shitless … Continue reading →

i imagined that during my medical leave, i’d be doing a lot of writing and processing.  i think the processing is percolating, but the writing isn’t.  i don’t have the mental energy to do it.  it will come though.  i … Continue reading →