Post Archives from the ‘Cancer’ Category



I’m Not Your Punching Bag

Posted on: January 19th, 2018 by
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Punching bag Awhile ago, I wrote a post about those breast cancer support group members who were more of an albatross to me than a help. You can read about it here. Within the last year or so, two of the three offending, most insidious group members, D and S, contacted me. As I haven’t had Continue reading the story "I’m Not Your Punching Bag"

2018: My Three Words

Posted on: January 12th, 2018 by
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Weights For 2018, I’m continuing the tradition that fellow blogger Philippa Ramsden started: blogging about the three words that will guide me this year. (To check out Philippa’s three words for 2018, click here.) As my readers know, 2017 witnessed me getting laid off and losing my beloved aunt soon after. My precious aunt was Continue reading the story "2018: My Three Words"

Twelve Twenty-Six

Posted on: December 26th, 2017 by
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I don’t remember all my cancerversary dates. But I remember December 26 all too well. Like it was yesterday. It was the beginning of my cancer nightmare. Weeks before this date, I found a weird-but-subtle dimple on my right breast during my monthly breast self exam. My doctor said “It is probably nothing,” but he wrote a referral for a diagnostic mammogram “just to be on the Continue reading the story "Twelve Twenty-Six"

Guilty Pleasures

Posted on: December 14th, 2017 by
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These days, I’m feeling guilty. My father is faring badly hundreds of miles away. My mom’s anguish is palpable. I’ve been frantically advocating for him and trying to calm her down. All by phone. I have to be prepared to leave to Florida at a moment’s notice. But lately, and -- this is the crux of my guilt -- I’ve been having fun. I feel I’m a poor Continue reading the story "Guilty Pleasures"

Coping Tools

Posted on: December 7th, 2017 by
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As my readers know, 2017 has been a real crucible for me. Let’s face it, I’m ready to put 2017 in the books and welcome 2018 wholeheartedly. As someone who has experienced steadfast grief, sadness, and emotional duress in 2017 -- with the lowest points being my aunt’s death and the up-and-down-and-down health of my father -- my heart has repeatedly been torn Continue reading the story "Coping Tools"

Slipping Away

Posted on: November 30th, 2017 by
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My dad is slipping away, ever so slowly. His Parkinson’s disease is now impeding his swallowing. I’ve been frantically calling his speech therapist, who is working hard with him on improving his ability to swallow. As of today, he’s dehydrated and on IV fluids. As of today, he has pneumonia and has had blood drawn. According to my mom, he doesn’t talk much anymore. My Continue reading the story "Slipping Away"

Thankful

Posted on: November 22nd, 2017 by
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In the United States, we are about to celebrate Thanksgiving, a national holiday where we get together for a meal with our loved ones and reflect about what we are grateful for. Personally, I don’t just save my gratitude thoughts just for Thanksgiving; I am grateful for many things year-round. But 2017 found me challenged to find things to be grateful for. It has been a Continue reading the story "Thankful"

Pictures

Posted on: August 31st, 2017 by
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About two weeks before Aunt Helene suddenly died, she requested something of me (unbeknownst to all of us, it was her final request of me). “Hon, I’m still waiting for you to send me those pictures….” Then we both laughed because she knew I’m not the fastest at such requests. In fact, like so many people, I get busy with life, but, nevertheless, I Continue reading the story "Pictures"

Aunt Helene

Posted on: August 25th, 2017 by
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Helene's 50th Many in the online community got the news a week ago, August 18. My precious Aunt Helene died earlier that day. While her health was diminishing slowly, her sudden death came as a huge surprise to us. I am having such a difficult time coping, and I have never felt such searing, raw emotional pain. I Continue reading the story "Aunt Helene"

Birthday Suit

Posted on: August 17th, 2017 by
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Layout 1 Some time ago, my daughter asked me what it meant “to be in one’s birthday suit.” I explained that this term essentially meant being naked, wearing what one is born with -- nothing. Since then, we’ve occasionally joked and laughed that it would be silly to have a cute dress as a birthday suit because Continue reading the story "Birthday Suit"