At the gym today, I thought of me and the kids taking pictures after chemo but before my surgery. The nice thing was: I saw it. I could visualize it. I saw them in my lap (well, the baby anyway. The boy is TOO big), goofing around, smiling. I even saw the baby tell another… [Read more…]
November 26, 2008
It’s official. I’m a statistic. A number. One of many. I am now living with breast cancer. I’ve told everyone because I need that support and understanding now. But I haven’t told my son. My goofy, loving, adventurous soon to be 14, ready to drive NOW son. I’m the only parent he has ever had.… [Read more…]
December 3, 2008
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