Tag Archives: breast cancer

pay it forward

Let us begin with the never ending adventure of becoming middle-aged. Yours truly has popped the meniscus in her left knee. But last night I braced up my leg iced it all day and hobbled on a cane to my … Continue reading

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no, wouldn’t wish breast cancer on anyone

  This is probably going to be a strange and meandering post.  First of all, please, please, please do NOT send me any breast cancer awareness month anything. I think Pinktober is bullsheit and I keep saying it…and yet…I get … Continue reading

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can you make an actual difference this #pinktober ?

Philadelphia Inquirer: Homeless and cancer-ridden, woman fights to stay alive in Chester County by Alfred Lubrano, Updated: October 7, 2019 The breast cancer has spread, colonizing Maureen Wall’s body with soulless precision. It’s bred havoc and poverty in the lives of … Continue reading

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the “pinktober” lament: breast cancer isn’t pink and fluffy

#PinkPower ? #PinkTober ? #IfightTODAY ? Damn. It’s October 1st. Freaking #BreastCancerAwarenessMonth is here again in all it’s glorious hues of Pepto Bismol pinkness. I hate it. I hate the month of October now. Every time you turn on the … Continue reading

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damn it all….lymphedema and life

Damn it all. I think I am getting to that age where stuff just happens…to you…to me…to everyone around us. I had been feeling a little sad sack about myself because well….I am back to physical therapy. My balance is … Continue reading

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angel wings

I woke up in tears. Cancer took a very special woman yesterday. By profession she had been a hospice social worker. I do not even know where to go with this. I cried yesterday, I cried today. We met over … Continue reading

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at almost the eight year mark, the terror train makes a stop

I know, look at the pretty peony, right? Too bad my mood doesn’t match up today. I am almost at the eight year mark post breast cancer. And right or wrong, I am scared and anxious. Saturday is June 1 … Continue reading

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