Hey Mets Sisters, Do you ever wake up feeling crappy and wish you had taken advantage of the previous day? I have. More and more I find that any day where I feel good, the weather is cooperating, my family is home, or I have plans that don’t include cancer appointments is a good day.
What are you thankful for today? I am thankful for the simple things this morning… A cup of coffee, peanut butter toast, and no aches as I got out of bed. and you?
Hey Mets Sisters, I’ve been composing this letter in my head for so long now. I see so many of you struggling. I can feel the fear in your posts, the desperation to find something to change the course of your metastatic breast cancer. I want that for you. I want you to live long,
Sometimes I’m not the quickest person. It has taken me a lot of years to realize that there is a group of women out there who I can help. They have been forgotten even as the pink movement has gained momentum. Now they are making themselves heard, and I couldn’t be happier. It is my
Sydney Bs, So many things to talk about with you. I have so many dreams for you. Seeing you grow, hearing you say new words. Watching you become more than just my daughter, becoming my friend. I keep thinking that everything is going to be okay and then the fear sweeps in again. You make
I was an athlete in school. Not the best on the team, but I could hold my own. In college I was active, but not someone who exercised everyday. (Although I did go to a school where you could literally walk uphill both ways in order to get from the dorms to class.) After getting
If you have spent any time on Facebook you may have seen this photo or something similar lately. I actually started seeing this sometime this summer. I wanted to tell you why I find it so disturbing. October 13th is actually National Metastatic Breast Cancer Awareness Day. A day to recognize that there is a
Once again I find myself in October dreading the pinkwashing that is everywhere. I spent the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month at a myriad of medical appointments. There was nothing pink about this day though. Not the contrast drink which was my breakfast nor the blood from the exposed bone in the roof
More and more the people I meet don’t know that I have cancer. I don’t look sick. I work, I grocery shop, I do the things people do. But I also fight cancer. I think about it multiple times a day. I feel a pain in my hip and wonder if it is from bone
The common thing to do on a Thursday is a throwback picture. While I enjoy them I still prefer to take the opportunity to spend a bit of time being thankful instead. So I am going to tell you my list. Will you share your list too? This week I am thankful for: Good test