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Category Archives: Family
Another moment of forced exploration
As I was getting ready to fall asleep, a thought entered my mind. I turned to my guy and asked, “what if I decide to stop Tamoxifen? Leave everything aside and just live my life?” His response? A very long … Continue reading
Posted in Coping after cancer, Family, Mental games, Self Awareness, Tamoxifen
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A place you can call your home
Holidays are generally hard for me. I know they must be for some of you as well. I miss my home with my grandparents. How we would gather around the table with all kinds of different foods; some were only … Continue reading
Sweet things that happened to me during my cancer treatments
Today I thought of my chemo days. It’s the kind of event you can’t completely forget about. As I reflected I realized it was not all bad during my cancer mess. I received great support, and those were the memories … Continue reading
In loving memory of my pet Layla
After being diagnosed with breast cancer, I participated in a medical study about “finding meaning.” One of the concerns is that there is a high instance of depression among cancer patients. Psychologists at Sloan wanted to learn more about ways … Continue reading
May I introduce you to my pets?
Nelly, who I named after my sweet grandmother, is my kitty. It wasn’t until I took her to the vet and we checked her adoption records for the first time that I realized she shared my grandmother’s birthday. What are … Continue reading
Reasons she was my mom
Today is Mother’s Day here in the U.S., but we celebrate it on May 31 in the Dominican Republic (D.R.), where I was born and raised by my grandma. But she was also my mom. My dad. My best friend. … Continue reading
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April 1
It was on an April 1 that I received my first chemo treatment. I got a chance. On April 1, this week, my cousin Glenny — who I wrote about two weeks ago — died of metastatic BC. She did … Continue reading
Today I honor them
Many years ago, when I was about eight years old, other kids my age would ask among themselves, “what would you do if you were told you only had a few days to live?” You must wonder why kids would … Continue reading
