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
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
For a myriad of reasons I’ve been revisiting pieces I wrote while I was in cancer treatment. For this Throw-Back Thursday, I’m republishing a short Facebook post from the fall of 2013. I wrote it while I was in the throws of chemo fatigue – when just getting up and crossing a room meant I … Read more
I woke up to a soft, apologetic voice. “Mommy, I threw up…” A few years ago hearing these words would have made me growl and rise out of bed with resentment. I would have immediately started freaking out about missing work the next day, and I might have even grumbled at my poor son for … Read more