Category Archives: Awareness
Somebody stop me before I tell the truth
A late side effect of my cancer diagnosis is that I seem to have lost my filter for my words and actions. It has gotten worse recently. It doesn’t matter where I am or who I am speaking with. Where … Continue reading
New Year’s lessons from a butterfly (no resolutions for me)
It is almost 2016. Each year almost comes as a surprise to us, doesn’t it? Especially as we get older. My reaction is the same every December 31: “I can’t believe it is <insert year> already!” I don’t remember saying … Continue reading
These days
My mind is all over the place. Sometimes I feel I can’t focus. There are just too many emotions flowing through me during these holidays. So many memories of people who are no longer here. There is also sad, bad … Continue reading
My stages of awareness
Awareness comes with a level of burden. That’s why I once avoided it. But sometimes avoiding awareness can delay progress, especially when it comes to cancer. I’ve thought of my different stages of awareness — from not having gone through the … Continue reading
I’ve been diagnosed with life and so have you
We cancer patients get a lot of pressure from society about surviving cancer – we must fight until the end, even if it means we fight against ourselves. We’re often considered “winners” if we survive, but if we die from … Continue reading
Why I don’t celebrate “Pinktober”
I admit, before going through cancer, and right after finishing treatments, I did a few cancer walks. I believed I was helping a great cause. As I did more and more walks, I felt sadder inside. I survived cancer, so … Continue reading
“Culturally Disturbed”
Ever wonder why some people don’t like to talk about their cancer? I was one of these people, at least at the beginning. Many patients don’t want anyone to know except for maybe those closer to them. You see a … Continue reading
The “Big D”
“The trouble is, you think you have time” – From “Buddha’s Little Instruction Book” The day I was diagnosed with breast cancer was the day the “Big D” packed his bags and left me. I don’t blame him. If I … Continue reading
The small c 