Three years ago my life changed forever. Sometimes the last three years are just a blur in my head. That one year is truly a blur. There's a million things I don't remember. I know I sat through eight rounds of chemo, but those days aren't a strong part of my memory and that's 100% … Continue reading 3 Years Ago
Tag: Appendiceal cancer
Door County Half Marathon: Thoughts and Goal
Goals and thoughts. So many thoughts. One goal: run and finish my 24th half marathon. (Yes, I went back and counted.) I have mentally gotten myself to a place where I am okay with the fact that this will be my slowest half ever. It is what it is. I have had a million thoughts … Continue reading Door County Half Marathon: Thoughts and Goal
Lost in a sea of pink
I hate Breast Cancer Awareness month. I know that's not fair or reasonable, but I hate seeing pink crap everywhere. I hate that they spend a whole month making people aware of a disease people are already aware of. I know people currently fighting the disease. I know people who have survived the disease. I … Continue reading Lost in a sea of pink
Moving On
A week or so ago I found myself on the couch, covered in cats, reading a book thinking I should be doing something else, that I shouldn't be doing that when a year ago I was stuck on that very same couch. I try so hard to think I'm over everything. I don't know why … Continue reading Moving On
Now What
On Wednesday April 19th I received the best news in the last 9 months: CLEAN SCANS! No evidence of disease. My totally horrible, invasive surgery and recovery were worth it. I've never seen my doctor looks so happy. I choked back tears as he gave me the results and then spent most of the day … Continue reading Now What
A difficult reality
It's truth time. It's easy to write posts about the good things and the progress I'm making. It's fun to write about having fun with friends. It's also only a small fraction of my time. I still spend a lot of time on my couch. I spend a lot of time wondering what the hell … Continue reading A difficult reality
Returning to Life
Sometimes it feels like nothing has happened over the last few weeks, but really everything has happened. On Monday I turned 32, I drove for the first time in two months, I went back to work and I had my first drink since surgery (naturally it was champagne, it was my birthday). I have more … Continue reading Returning to Life
