Remembering that healing is not linear, and expressing emotions is messy and awkward.

Plucky and optimistic, I made it through surgery. Here’s the story.

Reminiscing about the good times with my in-tact breasts.

I feel so good I keep forgetting I have a problem.

Telling people I have breast cancer has been…..well, awkward.

Sometimes in life a simple choice can define your entire attitude about life.

I am waiting. Patiently. And it is hard.

I have breast cancer.