You Get What You Deserve: How my old couch taught me a lesson in self worth

Who cares about a couch, right? First world problems? But the couch serves as a metaphor about what we tolerate in our lives. It is easy to numb out and and get accustomed to our discomfort. Often the thing at the root of it is so close and so obvious that we stop seeing it. Oftentimes we feel disempowered from making a meaningful change.

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Rewrite Your Story

Storytelling has been one of the most powerful tools on my healing path. From the dark depths of shock to the dangerous ledge of the unknown, words planted an anchor to hang onto. Syntax sutured up the ragged edges of emotional and physical wounds. I can commit words to tell a story and rely on… Continue reading Rewrite Your Story

10 Things I Wish Someone Told Me -Tips to Help When You Suspect Breast Cancer

In hindsight, these are the things I wish I knew before being diagnosed with breast cancer. From getting that suspicious lump checked out to healing from surgery, here are some important tips and considerations for the newly diagnosed. 1. Don’t wait to get it checked out! Set your mind at ease and nip it in… Continue reading 10 Things I Wish Someone Told Me -Tips to Help When You Suspect Breast Cancer

Finding the Path Through the Pain: a Roadmap to Rebuilding Your Life After Cancer

After treatment ends, and the “Survivor Confetti” is swept away, there are unique challenges for the younger cancer survivor. While much of the focus is on the newly diagnosed, and the actual fight to overcome cancer, little is discussed about this latter part of the healing journey. As a 3 year survivor, I know firsthand… Continue reading Finding the Path Through the Pain: a Roadmap to Rebuilding Your Life After Cancer

Do Not Squander Your Gifts

When I imagine the voice of God, I think of the smell of mildewed bibles and lemon wood polish. I see the blue and green itchy plaid jumper, interwoven with threads of yellow, my pale scabby knees jutting out over the edge of the pew. I remember the white leather bound missal with gold embossed… Continue reading Do Not Squander Your Gifts

Coping with Loss after Cancer

There is a raw wordless ache in my core. When I start to approach it, it builds into a fire that agitates my whole system and threatens to engulf the whole of me. It’s in my pulse and my blood. My scalp prickles and my hair hurts. I itch all over. My hands are restless,… Continue reading Coping with Loss after Cancer