Category Archives: The story

d-day.

“i have the biopsy results. it’s not good.”  i was careening up I-280 with the windows down on a sunny northern california afternoon, heading to the appointment to get my biopsy results. the nurse practitioner, irene, from the ob/gyn office called me. … Continue reading

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flail.

i can’t believe it’s been close to a month since my last post. the journal is a form of therapy and self-care that i’ve talked about with you before, and when i don’t write for awhile, i get cranky. crankster cranypants. … Continue reading

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profound.

today marks 4 months since my mastectomy.  looking at the post-surgery picture my mom snapped (thumbs up, total cheeseball move) and one mike took last week, it’s a profound difference.  i don’t even recognize myself. in a transcendent out of body moment, … Continue reading

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catching up (and down…and up)

at first i found your reactions to my 15 year cure news surprising. but then i realized a few things. i’ve known about it for a month and have had space and time to let it percolate, sit with it, … Continue reading

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stick a fork in me.

stick a fork in me, i am done! toasted, radiated, all stocked up on my UV rays.  i had 25 radiation treatments that spanned every day, monday-friday. i still got treated during the UCSF strike and thank my techs who … Continue reading

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radiating…birthday love

thanks for all the warm birthday wishes. they were on par, because paired with radiation, i’m getting hot. but my birthday was wonderful. i’m about to enter week 3 of 5 weeks of daily radiation, and like all my treatments, … Continue reading

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things are getting better (actually, bigger) all the time

hiya. long time, no talk. i’m here, still plodding along. i started radiation last week, and i’ll share more on that….um…*unique* experience soon. in the meantime, i want to close the loop on my expander. because it’s weird and complicated … Continue reading

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a school of fish. and, working with gravity.

i received a surprise set of envelopes in the mail this week from the ‘fish project,’ or beloved work colleagues who were together in portland for an annual retreat. i’m calling it a school of fish, pictured here, because these … Continue reading

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shoes. and other things (e.g., why i write).

since my diagnosis, i haven’t felt like shopping much (at least for clothes that is, home goods are another story). feeling bad about how i feel and look doesn’t lend itself to wanting pretty things, at least for me. yoga … Continue reading

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post-traumatic…growth?

we’re getting new windows and a door in the west side of our very old house. the early winter rains hit here the hardest, leaving some moisture behind for the start of sneaky dry rot. the full-lite door was installed … Continue reading

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