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Survivor
Roadside Bambi
Cancer did not teach me that life can end at 31 in a bar with a dancing jukebox. no no no no no, my sister taught me that 4 years ago.
Read More...Help vs. Support
Hi all, guess what, I had to google search this one for assistance. I always knew help and support to be the same thing but it’s not. Help may be considered an actual task.
Read More...Where the Pain Used to Be
Dear body, Here we stand at fourteen years old, Standing is a privilege, or so the whispers told, When we were little, just barely three, dreamers chained to a stone cold bed, At night we schemed how to break free
Read More...Connections Made Through Cancer
Where to begin with this topic? Well, I will start by letting go off all my previous friendships. Unfortunately, upon hearing my diagnosis in 2018, I was very disturbed.
Read More...How My Experience With Thyroid Cancer Affects My Emotions
I think there are mixed emotions when you have experienced thyroid cancer. After I was diagnosed with papillary thyroid carcinoma 5 years ago, it really surprised me.
Read More...Dear Body, You’re Doing Okay
I am a marathoner. I had been a marathoner. I was marathon training. Being a runner had and has been such a big part of my identity since 2014.
Read More...My Breastie
Our eyes met in the waiting room, hers younger and bright and a smile that was small but ever present. I don’t recall who spoke first, but that August date in 2024 soon became a fast best friendship of two women battling breast cancer with genetic mutations as well.
Read More...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...Stolen Glances
Back in November, I attended one of the events Elephants and Tea hosted through the James Cancer Center’s “Care for Life” program. That was where I received my cancer treatments, but truth be told, it took me many years before I actually wanted to attend any kind of support group.
Read More...Dear Cancer, Three Years Have Gone By
Three years have gone by and I still have a radiation mask sitting in my closet that once bolted me down to a cold and tall table. Three years have gone by and I have a box in my bedroom filled with every card, every hospital band, every single tangible item anyone gave to me sitting in my “cancer box” because I can’t seem to get rid of anything.
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