A series my friend the Cancer Curmudgeon wrote titled, “The Disease Olympics,” gave me the nudge I needed to finish writing this post. Check out Part 1 of her series and then follow the links to Parts 2 and 3. All are well worth a read. I’ve been sitting on my thoughts for this post …

As you may or may not know, my dad died early in the morning of July 23rd. My heart was, and still is, broken. I felt lost. I still do. Three days later dear hubby and I loaded up the car and headed to Texas for son #one’s wedding. About a week later, we drove …

Just three months ago, my dad was living independently in his own home. In May, he transitioned remarkably well into an assisted living facility. Two weeks ago, he began receiving hospice care. And now he’s gone. My dad died peacefully in his sleep early in the morning of July 23rd. My heart is broken. I feel …

How did you first hear the words, you have cancer? Did you first hear them in person? Did you hear them via a phone call? How did you “want” to hear the news, and were your wishes honored?

Last July I got the idea, no, I borrowed the idea from my Instagram friend Melissa who came up with the totally fun challenge to share fifteen random facts about herself/yourself on social media. (A little risky, I mean it’s the internet after all, but what the hell, right?) I loved Melissa’s challenge and that …