Listen to this song as you read my blog today … My Heart Will Go On I had wanted to post a positive upbeat blog entry chronicling my 10-day journey through Emerg and being admitted to the Oncology Ward in Lakeridge Health Oshawa, but the words were too … clinical. And that shouldn’t be happening…
Category: Cancer
But I have cancer …
The evening after my first chemo treatment for Triple Negative Breast Cancer, my friend, confidante and cohort in crime Sherri asked me what I wanted for dinner that night. I told her I was craving a light and lemony pasta dish from the cookbook Simple by Diana Henry. Earlier in my diagnosis, my friend Bridget…
My Cocktale of Chemotherapy
I will have to edit this on the fly … my head is pounding and I can’t figure out why it is featuring the lunch menu on Facebook rather than the chemo photos! I can’t look at my own FB feed because the photo now makes me barfy *Fixed! This blog post isn’t for the…
Cancer is a full-time job
Being treated for my Triple Negative Breast Cancer (TNBC) has felt like starting a new full-time job in this completely foreign – and toxic – industry. The initial shock of finding the lump caused huge waves of stress and anxiety to ripple throughout my life and echo again and again in my head … much…
A Teary Kiss Goodbye
Do you recall having to say goodbye to someone you loved? That boyfriend (or girlfriend) whose family packed up and left just before Labour Day? You spent the entire summer immersed in sweet 16 love, and your just heart cracked in two when it ended. The angst and pain and drama of first love –…
Hello 911? I’m on fire!
He ordered everyone else out of his office, then led her to the table and helped her climb on top. She smiled, sat in front of him, and peeled her black t-shirt over her head without being asked. She couldn’t wait to show him! She reached around to unhook her lacy bra. It quickly followed…
The Road to Discovery
(that’s me on the right next to Sue, the real redhead and Fran) Getting diagnosed with breast cancer was an odyssey. Find lump. Go to Doctor. Get diagnosed. That took over two months. I handled it with grace one day and the next … I completely lost my shit. I railed at life, the Universe…
Pink Dot Detour
Really, this detour started about six months ago. Or maybe a year or two ago. Or seven. Who the hell knows? Maybe I was tapped on the breast right at the beginning. We will never know. I go back and forth in my mind wondering how … when … why. Can I take the liberty…
Fox Diaries 