Sunday morning thoughts... It’s been a emotional last few days and I find myself tearing up over and over just thinking about a friend’s premature death. My friend had so much to live for, and she really, really wanted to live. And I don’t understand this wholly, but I’m simultaneously feeling strangely guilty that I’m … Continue reading Drink the Lovely Coffee
Stage 4 Breast Cancer
I’m Still Here
I am a researcher; I know the statistics. There is currently no cure for stage 4 cancer. One minute ago, I had a 5-year survival rate of 72% and now I have a 5-year survival rate of 22%. And, the median survival rate of a woman with stage 4 breast cancer is only 3 years. Only three years! All I can think is that I will statistically be dead within three to five years. On August 8 I was healthy and whole and on August 31st I received a death sentence.
The Physician God Complex
It’s a very complicated relationship I have with this man; I am simultaneously grateful to him and seriously angry with him. And I am scared to leave him.
Comes the Peace
Every. Single. Day. I fail, sometimes spectacularly in some aspects; and yet I am STILL HERE on this planet for the reasons only He knows, to give, to surrender more and more - my health, my relationships, my career, all my plans, my goals, my entire life… everything I have. And only after I do that, comes the Peace.
Disco Kroger
Monday… Exhausted and cranky. This morning I had my 24th radiation session; it comes with a painful and itchy rash, and the entire area is swollen and hot to the touch - has been for about a week. Some areas are weeping where blisters have opened. Joint and bone ache, hips and knees are a … Continue reading Disco Kroger
Those Hibernating Bears
My bilateral mastectomy surgery went well according to the surgeon. There are few complications except for the large, hard and uncomfortable remaining hematomas, and this annoying stupid drain that still bleeds red after five weeks. My post-surgery pathology report revealed three, small tumors containing a small percent of cancer cells that didn’t light up in my January 2019 PET.
Life In Introspection 