Did you know April is National Poetry Month? It is indeed. I have great admiration for those who write poetry. Putting ideas, feelings, stories, experiences or whatever into words for an essay or blog post is one thing. Doing the same in a far more succinct way via poetry, is quite another.

It’s with pleasure I share the next #MetsMonday featured post, “Creating Your Own Palliative Care Team,” by my online friend, Lori Burwell. Not everyone has access to specialty-type medical care such as palliative or supportive care.

Well, here we are. One year into this pandemic. You’re sick of it. I’m sick of it. The entire world is sick of it. It’s been dominating the news for months and months now. Our lives have been turned upside-down.

March is Lymphedema Awareness Month. Even in 2021, some doctors, including oncologists and surgeons, downplay the risk of their breast cancer patients developing lymphedema (LE). Before undergoing surgery, including a lumpectomy, and before beginning radiation therapy, have a discussion about LE risk.

I’m marking time. Again. March 6th marks 13 years since my mother died from metastatic breast cancer. 13 years is a decent chunk of time gone by. So, why do I keep marking time here on the blog? It’s not really about me or my family at all. Well, it is, but it isn’t. Mostly, …