Category Archives: Reflections
2018: To hope or not to hope?
I have a complicated relationship with hope, and it all started with my cancer diagnosis. Now, when I say “hope” I don’t mean it in the positive-thinking-cliché type of way, but in the sense of having a purpose or having … Continue reading
Time machine: where to go from here?
As part of my work, I handle the marketing for scientific conferences, and one of my duties is to help produce their program books. This gives me access to research papers. A few mornings ago, I was proofreading the abstracts … Continue reading
And This is My Truth – A Summer Blogging Challenge
My friend and fellow blogger, Nancy Stordahl, is encouraging us to do a summer challenge which includes answering 10 questions related to our breast cancer experience. I love challenges! I also don’t mind sharing my truth, which is one of … Continue reading
It’s not about you
I am going to write about a topic that’s just bizarre to me. It has to do with people who make your cancer all about themselves. It’s a tricky topic to talk about because, as someone advised me, I could … Continue reading
My Babadook
(This post contains spoilers about a recent movie.) I took some extra time off from work during the holidays to recharge. 2016 was a very tough year all around. I was looking forward to doing fun things to distract myself … Continue reading
Wish list
There is this writing program sponsored by my cancer hospital that allows patients to express themselves and get an opportunity to publish their work. Each year, I try to write a piece and submit it for publication. For this year, … Continue reading
My Caregiver
I feel like I’ve taken my caregiver for granted. I know he is always there, waiting to please me. Always aware of my struggles and trying to comfort me in every way he can, even when he himself doesn’t have … Continue reading
“Kiddo”
Here’s something about me: I love interacting with old people. If I get invited to a gathering, you’ll always see me talking to the older crowd. Being someone who was raised by her grandparents, I always had an appreciation for … Continue reading
The small c 