Betrayal, lying, cheating, hiding things from you, they are all enough to make you hurt. Put them all together with the pity act, finding ways around blocks to contact you, and throwing details of infidelity in your face, you then have to deal with me breaking. I don't know who I have become and I … Continue reading The destruction of me
Back in February, I met an amazing woman who gave me the opportunity to go to a Masquerade Ball for benefiting people living with metastatic breast cancer. There is no cure and some don't like the word survivor linked to mets. I disagree! I think of myself as a survivor and a warrior. My battle … Continue reading Fighting for Life
My journey with cancer began in 1996 at the age of 31...
No matter how tattered and worn life has caused you to feel, use that knowledge and experience to alter it. Just when you think there is nothing left, there is still that shred of courage and strength. Keep patching the fragments, and you will find something beautiful and worth fighting for.
Living with metastatic cancer for so many years has made me think of things I would love to do before I die. I think I can accomplish a few. I have been blessed with living within driving distance of Walt Disney World and having the block out passes (cheapest) since my kids were young. We … Continue reading Bucket List
Looking back on things that troubled me through life. ADD, sexual assault, depression, cancer battles, giving up on a healthy lifestyle, even being shamed for being a stay at home mom. Now that I am older I realize they empowered me.
I was doing some reading on HER2+ metastatic breast cancer drugs Herceptin and Perjeta and came across this article. I did a bit of digging and found more. They are saying there is a 1% difference taking the combination than taking Herceptin alone. I started Herceptin in 2002 when my breast cancer metastasized farther. Before then I … Continue reading Stop Perjeta or not despite risks?
During the past few weeks I have had my strength tested several times. The #metoo campaign brought very vivid memories flooding back. One night my boyfriend woke me from a nightmare. Apparently I was kicking violently in my sleep. I think he was grateful I was laying on my back and kicking up instead of … Continue reading Strength
Surviving Life 