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The Luck of the Irish: A Parable of Inheritance, Illness, and Hope
This past St. Patrick’s Day my daughter and I were listening to John Lennon’s “Luck of the Irish”. She wondered aloud whether people realized the phrase was meant to be ironic. Lennon certainly did, singing, “If you had the luck of the Irish, you’d be sorry and wish you were dead…”
Read More...Embracing Every Emotion: My Path as a Pediatric Survivor
A few weeks ago, I was talking to a cancer buddy, and he recommended I try to submit this article. I always felt like I couldn’t become friends with people from Elephants and Tea because I was so young with my cancer diagnosis.
Read More...I am a Zebra
As the child of a single parent, I was raised to be a strong, independent individual who wanted to be the best possible version of myself. In my attempt at perfectionism, I had illnesses – IBS, eating disorder, anxiety, body image and acceptance issues.
Read More...Breast Cancer
We were told we had time. That day after day, Our tomorrows stretched, Like little waves under a full moon, On the deep blue ocean, Our potential lapping, At the horizon: Limitless.
Read More...A Year in “Rear View”
Random ramblings on a day of new significance. It’s funny how a date on a calendar changes its meaning within a year. May 23rd, 2024. The day I logged into MyChart and read and re-read the pathology reports, and knew this was going to upend all our plans and hopes for 2024.
Read More...Learning to Breathe Again
I have a problem. I don’t remember the final moments of my life before I became a caregiver. Most importantly, I don’t remember much about a day that changed my life. A day that changed my family’s life.
Read More...Dear Cancer, You Won’t Stop Me
I have some choice words for you. I can tell you off or tell you to go somewhere, or say that I hate you. But you’re a smug, stubborn son of a gun and don’t care. I have no choice but to fight you and go to battle.
Read More...My Invisible Illness
While it’s been 6 years since my emergency brain surgery and discovery of my rare brain tumor, whenever I unexpectedly hear the word cancer in the media or in a conversation nearby, I cringe. It’s a surreal reaction.
Read More...Uninvited
Dear Cancer, I never invited you in. You barged into my life unannounced, unwelcomed, and completely unraveled the world I had worked so hard to hold together.
Read More...Letters from the Light
Dear Cancer, It’s been sixteen years. And somehow, you’re still here—still a hater. You keep taking from me, Stealing pieces of who I used to be.
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