C = MT

Chemotherapy is horrible. There is no other way to describe it, other than with my newly developed unofficial formula of C=MT… Chemo is the equivalent of being hit by a Mack truck. I am no scientist, nor am I medically trained, but I am certainly experienced. Unfortunately, many others are too. After I was diagnosedContinue reading “C = MT”

The Promise…

Are you like me, and sometimes make promises to yourself that you don’t or can’t keep? You know, the whole New Year’s resolution scenario that we always have the intention of sticking to but never do? We like to promise to ourselves that we will eat better, exercise more, spend less, drink less, get healthyContinue reading “The Promise…”

To my Mum, for Mother’s Day…

As I sit here, at your spot in the cemetery the day before Mother’s Day, the only tangible place I can visit you, I wonder… I was 16 when you died, and you were 46. I am that age now. I wonder what it was like for you to be that age and be myContinue reading “To my Mum, for Mother’s Day…”

To all the beautiful women I love…

I love that you wear your PJ’s all day. I love that you have crazy, wild hair. I love that you take me to my place of zen. I love that you teach me to do things differently. I love that you trust me to share your vulnerability. I love that you cry with me.Continue reading “To all the beautiful women I love…”

Our rawest moment…

Going through Breast Cancer has been incredibly tough on my husband. He has been my rock throughout all of it. ¬†We have been tested and pushed to our limits at times but we know we are stronger for it. It has been hard for Phil to watch all that I have endured and feel likeContinue reading “Our rawest moment…”