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AYA Cancer
More Than a Cough
When people talk about cancer and treatment, they prepare you for the big things, hair loss, fatigue, nausea, surgeries, scars. And I had all of that. But no one warned me about the cough.
Read More...My New Found Identity
Cancer has taught me a great deal. Although the word itself taught me something I didn’t expect, at the young age of 39, I learned that I needed to find ME… cancer or not, my identity needed to be uncovered and shared instead of overshadowed by accomplishments and possessions that actually did nothing for my spirit and well-being.
Read More...The Untold Chapter of Cancer Survivorship
Being on the other side of a cancer diagnosis changed everything I thought I knew. Before being diagnosed with Peritoneal Mesothelioma, survivorship would start when the treatment ended.
Read More...My Sister’s Cells
The evidence was damning: a sore throat, dry mouth, a little bit of dried drool. My mother’s testimony confirmed it – I, a lifelong silent sleeper, had been snoring.
Read More...Mind the Gap
Sometimes it’s hard to find the words, To say what I truly want to say, It’s like that thing, You know what I’m talking about, These words just won’t come out
Read More...The Unknown of it All
Your body goes into survival mode after a diagnosis. There’s no pause, no soft landing—just a moment that splits your life into before and after, and suddenly everything familiar feels distant.
Read More...The Time Continuance
Life is not a question of how much time we have, but what we choose to do with the time we are given. Sitting still, waiting, not moving—is that what we are meant to do?
Read More...Make-A-Wish Side Effect
I was looking at the picture of my 19-year-old Max, standing on the sparkling white top of Lone Peak, in a black ski patrol coat, with a neon orange avalanche pillow inflated behind his back.
Read More...What Lies Beneath
Physically, I’m okay. Scans are clear. Labs are clear. Doctor appointments get pushed back to every six months, sometimes even yearly. The unsettling feeling still creeps in on the first of every month—checking my breasts diligently, holding my breath, and for a split second, seeing a lump as big as before.
Read More...The People I Lost, the Self I Found
Hi herd, hope you all are well. I am writing again to talk about the one lesson that cancer has taught me today. Do you know what that is? It is people.
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