Death

When I go home to visit my dad, it still feels different without my mom there. It’s been almost seven years now since my mother died from metastatic breast cancer, so you’d think her presence, or rather her lack of physical presence, wouldn’t still be such a palpable thing. But it is. I am, of …

November is National Hospice and Palliative Care Month, so the timing is perfect for me to feature a guest post from Mary Landberg, author of Enduring Love:  Inspiring Stories of Love and Wisdom at the End of Life. Mary is a hospice RN and she has incorporated her love of photography into her hospice work …

Death with dignity — is there such a thing? Update: It’s been eight years since this story broke, went viral, and I wrote this post. The controversary remains. By now, most of you have heard or read the news story about Brittany Maynard, the young woman who decided to end her own life before her …

When I started blogging, I knew from the get-go I wanted to write about breast cancer and loss. When my mother died from metastatic breast cancer, my life changed forever. Less than two years later when I was diagnosed with breast cancer myself, obviously things changed pretty darn dramatically again.

Here’s the second installment of things I’ve learned/observed about loss. If you missed list one, you can find it here. Again, there is no hierarchy or particular order to these lists. It was the act of writing things down randomly that made a difference for me.