Before cancer, I was always moving. Then chemo forced me to stop, and suddenly I had something I haven't had in over a decade: empty space.
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Education - whether it happens in a college classroom, apprenticeship, or self-study - teaches you how your mind works and how to use it effectively.
I'm making a crochet blanket for my niece, and I realized: this blanket is a lot like life itself...
If you are about to begin their own chemotherapy journey, I want to share what helped me and what I wish I'd known before my first infusion.
My good friend, when I wrote that passage, God and I knew what it meant. It's possible that God knows it still; but as for me, I've totally forgotten.
Sometimes I blink just to prove to myself that large gaps of time don't pass in a single blink of an eye.
Picture this: me in my cancer-patient-chic outfit, complete with fashion magazine-style callouts pointing to each item and its price tag.
I want to tell you a story that changed not just my life, but the lives of millions of cancer patients over the past six decades.
Cycle 2 begins tomorrow, and I've been reflecting on how this journey began. I'd like to share it with you all...
This updates features an excerpt from the speech “Make Your Bed” by Admiral William H. McRaven.
Last round, my mouth was so sore I couldn't talk or smile for days. I tried ice chips to cool my mouth with the first treatment, but it didn't work...
I'm enjoying these twilight hours, wondering if I'll go see my oncologist today for a shot of Neulasta...