After I was diagnosed with breast cancer, food started landing on my doorstep. Lots of food. Sometimes there was a person at the other end of the casserole and sometimes the meals just magically appeared in the big blue cooler outside the front door. My family appreciated it all. (Even if some of it pushed…… Continue reading Lasagna, Volleyball, Breast Cancer and Trusting Jesus
Tag: Breast Cancer
Breast Reconstruction Thoughts – Cathy VanMaanen, TRAM Flap Reconstruction
Welcome to Breast Reconstruction Thoughts (a profile series) at Life Reconstructed. Each Tuesday this fall, I will feature a woman who has undergone a single or bilateral mastectomy. Most have also undergone breast reconstruction, but some have not. Some entered this world through cancer, others due to testing positive for the BRCA1 or BRCA2 gene…… Continue reading Breast Reconstruction Thoughts – Cathy VanMaanen, TRAM Flap Reconstruction
Breast Reconstruction – Thoughts From Women Who Have Been There (a profile series)
On Tuesdays, starting next week, I will begin featuring profiles of women who have undergone a single or bilateral mastectomy. Most of the women to be featured have been through reconstruction of some sort, and a few have opted to go flat as it’s called in the breast cancer world. There’s no right or wrong…… Continue reading Breast Reconstruction – Thoughts From Women Who Have Been There (a profile series)
I Found My Breast Cancer Story on Rise and Soar Above the Cancer Valley
Look what I found in the big wide world of the Internet while doing a little writing research – my story on author Shirley Corder’s website. I remember when she requested my cancer story for her Testimony page, but I don’t remember ever seeing it after if was published. What a fun little surprise. Things…… Continue reading I Found My Breast Cancer Story on Rise and Soar Above the Cancer Valley
Life Reconstructed
We live a construction life over here at the Harms house. I’ve been watching my man build amazing things for two decades. But I never imagined there would be a point in my life when a piece of me would have to be physically reconstructed. That at age 40 my chest would literally be taken…… Continue reading Life Reconstructed