As many of you know, I’ve always been a dog person and more recently, I’ve become a cat person too. Still lots to learn about the feline species, but Ninja and I are figuring each other out. You might want to read, A Little Black & White Cat Named Ninja. Our English springer spaniel Sophie …
Family
It’s been eleven years since my mother died from metastatic breast cancer on March 6, 2008. That’s 4,015 days. 572 weeks. 132 months. Not a day goes by that I do not think about her. Not a day goes by that I do not miss her. Not a day goes by that I do not …
Cancer or no cancer, do you associate certain things with certain events in your life? Is there something that always takes you back to “that time or place”? Maybe it’s a piece of clothing, an item of food, a scent or smell, a vehicle or even a piece of furniture. Some things automatically take us …
I’m pleased to share the next #MetsMonday featured post by Mary S. Foti. This one covers a lot of ground. Mary shares about being a caregiver for her mother, being diagnosed with breast cancer herself, discovering she is BRCA2+, loss, survivor guilt, her advocacy work regarding EOL choices and yes, being told she had the …
October belongs to my dad. Screw Pink. Now July does too. Partly anyway. Two years ago my dad died. July is now a month of sadness. A death month. Does that sound too morbid? I don’t mean it to. July is also filled with loads of good memories of all sorts. But now some of …