One year ago today, July 31, 2019, I sat across from the nurse, my husband gently holding my hand. I squeezed his fingers as we heard the news: I was diagnosed with breast cancer. More specifically Stage 3 Invasive Lobular Carcinoma. This is me today. Feeling strong on this one year cancerversary. More hair, less …
They take our temperature and we go in. Wait, let me backup. We don’t BOTH go in, just me. My husband is asked to wait in the car until my blood is drawn. They tell him they will text when it’s time for me to see the doc. Welcome to the latest waiting room pandemic …
verb | ˈrādēˌāt | 1 [with object] emit (energy, especially light or heat) in the form of rays or waves: the hot stars radiate energy. • [no object, with adverbial of direction] (of light, heat, or other energy) be emitted in the form of rays or waves: the continual stream of energy that radiates from …
Those eyes. Sitting there, she stares me down with those amber, judging eyes. I finish shoving the freshly baked (from scratch, I might add) pumpkin scone with maple glaze into my mouth. “What??” I say, as crumbs tumble onto the tank top I haven’t changed in two days. I swear I see her shake her …
“Hey! How are you?” Dodges hug. “How are you feeling?” Goes for a fist bump. That’s now my response for anyone trying to show me physical affection. I feel like such a dick for not being able to hug people. For not letting them envelop me with love. But I made myself a promise: no …
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