A few weeks ago, my family spent some time in Haiti. Above is a photo of mom and me with our sewing students and a photo of my guys working construction. I returned home to a bunch of pillow requests, and unless something slipped through the cracks, I think I’ve gotten them all taken care of. This coming week I’ll be on a backpacking adventure, so once again I will be unable to respond to pillow requests. I will get caught back up after August 17th. Feel free to fill out the request form, just know that the response time…
Last week I introduced you to Wildfire Magazine. This week I am directing you to a blog post I read there a while back. I am forever thankful that the lump in my breast was right at my bra line, because I don’t think I would have otherwise found it so early. Though mastectomies and breast reconstruction suck, I’m also thankful that they were my course of treatment, and my cancer is gone. My chances of a second diagnosis are low, and I don’t live in fear of its return, but for some women it does return. That’s just reality….
When I discovered a lump in my breast on January 9, 2016 (there are some dates you don’t forget), I opened a new Word document on my computer and started typing. The title of the doc? When You Think You Might Have Cancer. By the time I stopped adding to that document months later, it was 55 typed pages long. Add to that all the journaling I did with my handy ink pen and I have close to 80 pages of my cancer experience on paper. Yowzers. This week will mark the 2nd anniversary of my bilateral mastectomy, and I’ve…
I met author Shirley Corder (virtually, not physically) after my Aunt Connie gave me her book Strength Renewed to read during my breast cancer year. A breast cancer survivor, she graciously provided this post insightful post for us today. *** When I was diagnosed with Breast Cancer with glandular involvement, I found my family members and friends reacted in one of several ways. 1) There were those who rose up and said, “We’re here for you.” This included my family members who lived at home, and I hate to think what my year of cancer treatment would have been like without…