One Thousand DaysI walked out of a pancreatic cancer screening a sober woman one thousand days ago. Beaming through anesthesia, I might add.Feb 42Feb 42
Learning to Love “One-and-Done”Today, I no longer have a uterus. No fallopian tubes to carry an egg down for implantation, no cervix to dilate. No breasts to feed a baby…Jul 23, 20221Jul 23, 20221
How Losing My Breasts Helped Me Heal My Relationship With My MotherIt had been years — five, to be exact — since I had seen my mother last. Those five years were spent playing catch-up, survivor style…Apr 26, 20214Apr 26, 20214
