Serving My Life Sentence…

Serving My Life Sentence…

Tweet Before my 20th birthday, a genetics counsellor issued me a life sentence I didn’t ask for and had no idea how to handle. Finding out I had the BRCA1 gene mutation (passed down through Dad from his mother) meant I had to live with the knowledge of a ticking cancer time bomb loaded, deep in my cells, waiting to go off. This news would overwhelm anyone, but at the time I was a small town girl struggling with the insecurities of adjusting to...

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Limbo Land – Love This Analogy…

Limbo Land – Love This Analogy…

Tweet “I have a port,” I tell the woman at the front desk of the Cancertown lab, feeling a bit like a character in a spy novel. “And I have a fine Madeira,” I imagine her replying while surreptitiously handing me some microfilm.” I love this opening to a blog post written by Double Whammied. Click here to read more about what it feels like to enter the limbo land of post cancer, pre the rest of your life. Double Whammied does an excellent...

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Survivorship is Not A Phase…

Survivorship is Not A Phase…

Tweet November 22, 1963; July 21, 1969; July 31, 1997; and September 11, 2011. Do you remember where you were the day you first heard the news? That JFK was assassinated?That Neil Armstrong took his first steps on the moon? That Princess Diana died in a fiery car crash? That suicide bombers boarded planes, filled with unsuspecting passengers, and forever changed both the New York skyline and the North American psyche? Early that morning, I...

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The Damn Mountain Under My Rug Has Returned…

The Damn Mountain Under My Rug Has Returned…

Tweet Did you spend the summer sweeping emotions and problems under your rug? Apparently, I did. Sure, I have shared some of my fears about what I plan to do to make My Big Hairy Audacious Dream come true. But, I have also secretly congratulated myself on how much work I have done to transform the mountain under my rug into a tiny mole hill…or so I thought. On Tuesday, I strolled into Dr K’s office and half expected her to give me a high...

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Palliative Care, Fluorescent Sky Lights, & Gratitude…

Palliative Care, Fluorescent Sky Lights, & Gratitude…

Tweet Palliative Care. Who knew two words on a little sign above a non-descript doorway could make my blood run so cold it feels like someone has ripped an icicle spear from a wintery roof and stabbed it into my carotid artery. Every second I stare at the sign, the drip, drip, drip of fear slides through my veins. I look away in case in some messed up way, staring at it for too long will foreshadow my future. An image crystallizes in my mind of...

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What I Know For Sure….(thanks for the phrase Oprah!)

What I Know For Sure….(thanks for the phrase Oprah!)

Tweet Have you ever been half way through your second box of Kleenex after the break-up  to end all break-ups when a well meaning friend tells you to snap out of it? She prattles about how you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of your tears and you better pick yourself up, put a smile on your face and be glad you didn’t waste any more of your time with that sad excuse of a man. Even if she has a point (about the guy), every part...

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