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
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
This one was hard. Much harder even than I thought it would be. But there it is, my cancer binder – formerly known as the Elephant – pared down, organized and on the shelf. I rule. Before I tell the tale of how that happened, I have to take a moment and give a shout-out … Read more