I’ve slept in my own bed for five nights now.  Staying in my childhood home was a necessary respite.  Greta is not one of those children who sits quietly on your knee and coos.  She climbs and burrows and pounds and pummels — all with love.  I tried to teach her “gentle”, which resulted in modified slaps to my shoulder.  Who am I to squelch...

I was diagnosed six months ago today.  It is both a blink and an eternity. I’m still in the cancer journey.  As expected, the journey did not end with my surgery: there is still much to do.  Receiving my NED (no evidence of disease) is awesome.  All of the treatment I am undergoing currently aims to maintain that status, well, forever. I have eight...

Surgery. Well, it was two weeks ago.  I haven’t really blogged much about it.  The highlights are pretty much that Dr. Awesome aced her job and cut all of the cancer that was left after chemo. So now, I am NED and cancer-free! Everything else kind of pales in comparison, so it seems insignificant to blather about pain, side effects, drains, body image, and...

I must say, I definitely chose the right place to rest up and heal.  My parents are doting on me: I get meals on trays, pleasant conversation, and whatever I need, whenever I need it.  I even feel (a teeny little bit) guilty for indulging in their care, but I also know that they are delighted to have me “home” for a time, even under these circumstances....

I am wearing my hospital gown and I am snuggled under the first of what is sure to be many warm blankets today. Before we left the house I kissed my girls while they slept. Miraculously, I managed not to cry (though I am tearing up now as I type this.) Brad and I held hands on the way to the hospital. I am blessed. I am ready: “I will lie down and sleep in...