For those who have been reading since the beginning my slight obsession with the idea that cancer is a verb and not a noun, hence my use of the word cancering, is very familiar. For those of you who have only recently happened upon my blog – my word choice might seem a bit peculiar. Sort…
Category: Cancer
Joseph Campbell and Me
The Journey. Okay. This summer I’ve had the chance to read a whole lot written by other breast cancering babes. I have also ended up clicking through to many editorial articles. After about the third time I saw a snarky remark about the “ubiquitous journey” of breast cancer I changed the byline on my blog…
Going Public . . . and now the rest of the Story
To what purpose is this blog? The universe deemed that my little intro draft be published when I merely wished to save it yesterday. So the question still stands, is this blog meaningful to anyone besides myself? Are there standards as to how many people need to be reading or liking or commenting in order for…
Looking for a Three Legged Cat
There is a most amazing creature living in my house. She is so beautiful, and funny and fierce. Sometimes when I see her I think if she can be happy with three legs, I can be happy with one breast. Other times I feel a crushing wave of sadness that her exquisite perfection, her athletic…
Portals to ALL ONE!
Recently I connected with a another blogger, after words on her blog sparked a chord within me. She got me to thinking about how our actions and choices and approaches impact others – often inadvertently. Arriving at work today, still thinking about her post, a convertible pulled up beside me with the radio blaring, it was the…
Ah Statistics! Tamoxifen Update #3
As I continue to question and research Tamoxifen I see that there is no way of applying statistics to the individual, just the possibility of having a generality. Statistics are like a squall passing through, who knows where the rain will fall? Or who will be at the right angle for a rainbow? There are always those…
“Mama More Berries!”
If you haven’t noticed before I am fairly obsessed with berries, enough so that my firstborn son uttered his first sentence about them. All the wild berries are frankly one of the best parts of living in the Northwest. They are like jewels, filled with vitamins and a microcosm of yum. I love them all, even the…
Loan Sharks and Cat Naps
“Better listen girl to what I’m tellin’ you You better listen girl, or we are through You better stop all your foolin’ around Stop your runnin’ all over town ‘Cause you’re pushin’ too hard Pushin’ too hard on me (too hard)” The Seeds 1966 Crash. Time’s up. Your goose is cooked. I think that I…
Space, the final frontier… for healing that is.
If you read my last post on the five actions of wellness I mentioned mindfulness – which I define as the deliberate attempt to cultivate a disciplined mind. Essentially attaining a more relaxed state at will. The goal isn’t to never have intense feelings, the goal is to be able to observe my feelings when they arrive, and to…
On the Emotional Aftermath of Mastectomy.
This is another post from the draft vault. Written May 2014 a few weeks after my mastectomy and never posted. Though I have written more on the theme of this piece since 2014, I post this now, at the two year anniversary of my surgery, in service to all those who are wrestling with their own feelings either in the…
This is Post #100 – When Wishes Are Horses
Can you Yipp? Can you Yopp? Doctor Seuss’ Horton the Elephant declared, “A person’s a person no matter how small.” after hearing the voice of the tiny visionary Dr. H. Hoovey coming from a dust speck. Which led Horton to take action to protect the tiny Whos of Whoville. The Who’s eventually banded together to save themselves, and in the end it is the last…
The Madonna, Mama’s Day & Mudflap Babes
Mama’s Day My boys surprised me this year for Mother’s Day with an evening picnic out by the river. Joe took me for a walk Saturday, and then on the way back, low and behold, there were our two sons lounging on a blanket with all the accruements for a picnic. Including flowers picked in our…
Riding the Pooka 