15 realities at eight years post-cancer diagnosis. Yep. It’s been eight years since the sh*t hit the fan. Eight years! So far, so good. Still here. Still NED. I am lucky in oh-so-many ways, and I know it. However, I am also not one to gloss over cancer crap, aka, cancer fallout. As you know …

How do I put into words the piercing heartache of saying goodbye to not one, but two beloved pets in the family in one weekend? The dear pets were not mine. They were Dear Daughter’s and Dear Son-in-law’s beloved black mutt, Ace and beloved cat, Beamer. You can read the details here, but first grab …

Update:  It’s with sadness I update this post to share that Liz died on October 24, 2021 from metastatic breast cancer. I promise Liz, #WeWillNotForget. I’m pleased to share the next #MetsMonday featured post. This one is from my friend Liz Johnson. Liz was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer in February 2015, less than four …

This week, with Mother’s Day in mind, I thought it would be fun to share about our mothers before they were mothers. I don’t know about you, but I love looking at old photos of my mother and thinking about the person she was in that photo, or rather what was happening in her life …

Recently, I had my six-month checkup with my oncologist. As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve had five oncologists. Not my fault. Just sayin’. I’m not that difficult a patient. Trust me. I’m not. It’s eight years since my breast cancer diagnosis. Eight years since the shit hit the fan. Eight years since Dear Hubby and I …