Fireworks and Another Fourth of July. For those who live in the USA, July fourth is kind of a big deal. Many have the day off from work and/or school (thank you to those who provide essential services, holiday or not). Some take vacations. Some plan backyard barbecues. Some go to movies. Some start counting …
Grief
Father’s Day without your father. Note: This post was published in 2017 as I faced my first Father’s day without a father. This will be my first Father’s Day without a father. As I sat down to write this post, I really had no idea what I was going to say, much less how to …
It’s been nine months since my dad died. Judging by societal expectations, something we shouldn’t do of course, things should be back to normal. I should be back to normal. But I am not. I am still limping along through grief.
How many times can our hearts break? Yes, how many times indeed? The losses from metastatic breast cancer continue, as does the heartache, the frustration, the anger, the disbelief and the agony. The numbers are staggering. Too many, just too many. When will the numbers start going down? When will the dying stop? How many …
It’s been nine years since my mother died from metastatic breast cancer. She was diagnosed with early stage, ER+ breast cancer in 2004. Her cancer metastasized to her liver and probably her bones, too, in 2007. She died a few months later on March 6, 2008. Statistics say, following a metastatic diagnosis, the median survival …