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Breast Cancer
My Radiation Tattoos
There was a random Tuesday in May of 2025 where I had to drive to this Brutalist structure in suburban Massachusetts and get some tattoos. Not the fun kind, but three small blue-green dots that would align with precision inside a proton blasting, life saving robotic machine.
Read More...Not a Bucket List
They tell me to live like I’m dying. But I have four small children who still need their lunches packed and bedtime stories read.
Read More...Dear Cancer, Stop Whispering To Me
Dear Cancer, You need to stop whispering to me when I am happy — when the sun is shining and rainbows are reflecting through prisms.
Read More...Survivorship: More Than Just Survival
What does survivorship mean to me? It’s a question I’ve wrestled with since the day I rang the bell, signaling the end of chemotherapy. People cheered, my family cried, and I smiled—but inside, I was holding my breath.
Read More...Beyond Your Grip
You showed up like a thief, but worse, a thief takes what they want and leaves. You moved in, uninvited, rewriting my story in ink I never chose.
Read More...The Give and Take of Cancer
People often ask, “are you okay now?” But how should I really answer that question? I am so scared all the time, I can’t even think straight. I wish life was simple but it’s not. It’s complicated, hard, and crazy at times but I try to make the most out of it.
Read More...Dear Cancer, You’re the Queen of Giving and Taking Away
You’re the queen of giving and taking away. I look back now at how much I thought my life was ruined the day I opened a mychart notification with the word carcinoma in it.
Read More...Lifelines Through a Keyboard
Shock permeated my breast cancer diagnosis. I was too young and healthy for this disease, or so I thought. I was fooled by the longevity that ran in my family. Now chemotherapy ran through my veins, and radiation also took its toll on my body.
Read More...Still Here: The Weight and Wonder of Life After Cancer
I used to think survivorship meant the hard part was over. That once the chemotherapy ended and the surgeries were done, I’d step into something brighter. Something easier. I thought I’d wake up one day and feel like myself again.
Read More...The Give and Take of Cancer
I was diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of 39 – a time in my life when everything finally felt steady. Life had a rhythm, a sense of peace I had worked so hard to build. I had a stable job I genuinely enjoyed, daily routines that grounded me, and a grown, independent daughter who had become her own beautiful person.
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