I am struggling with the limbo-like qualities of this space. My last (for real this time) surgery was in June, so my body appears outwardly “normal”. My hair has grown back to the point where… Read More »Limbo isn’t really my game
Tomorrow is Selection Sunday. The beginning of my favorite holiday. You may have read the piece my spouse wrote about it last year. For me, this is the best Sunday – better than Super Bowl,… Read More »Selection Sunday
I nervously approached the security checkpoint. I’d been so busy with work that I hadn’t done the math on everything that could go wrong until this exact moment. First, my driver’s license picture is two… Read More »They’ve assured me that my boobs will not explode
I like pat endings. I like it when all the couples end up together, or together again. I like it when the bad guy dies and the good guy lives and says something snarky. And… Read More »Endings and Beginnings
Buckle in, kids, we’re going to talk about surgery drains. “My double mastectomy went really well last week” says almost no one ever, I’m assuming. But, we have been very lucky. The pain has not… Read More »New Boobs Resolutions
I started this post four months ago. The Lumpy Offensive was relatively new, and I was struck by how cancer inspires people to create, to use their hands and craft something. I wanted to share… Read More »Crafting for Cancer
There is an episode of Friends in which Pheobe describes walking in shoes that she might hypothetically buy with money that isn’t hers. “You know what I would hear with every step? Not. Mine. Not.… Read More »Excuse me, is this yours?
I could say I always knew I didn’t want kids, but that’s not true. In fact, it wasn’t until my late twenties that it occurred to me that I might not go down the traditional… Read More »Nesting
The first meetings with my surgeon and oncologist were yesterday. I knew this, and kept saying, “finally, I can’t wait, I want to get the plan of attack, let’s do this.” But the night before,… Read More »Vocabulary & The Garden State
Everyone takes a turn with cancer. We all fight the battle: for ourselves, for our families, for our friends. Researchers battle in the labs; runners battle on the course. Here in Columbus, bar crawlers battle… Read More »My turn