“Mommy, what’s that?”
This week, my prosthesis had fallen out of my specialty bra and fallen into Arielle’s line of vision.
Stay calm, I thought. I knew I’d eventually tell my daughter the truth about my having had breast cancer. I just didn’t think I’d have to peripherally broach the subject now when she was at the tender age of almost seven. Plus, I was pretty good … Continue reading the story "Pre-Mother’s Day Conversation"
Several months ago, I joined a new gym. My previous fitness center had too many problems -- too expensive, too many insensitive personal trainers, too many members who thought they were training for the Olympics, and eventually too many people turning the place into a meat market.
I never fared well in the meat-market culture, and I have fared even worse since breast cancer.
Maybe … Continue reading the story "Exercising Those Demons"