I find myself thinking those words more often than not in the last few weeks. I’ve always been the bad@$$ in the herd. The black sheep with the bandana, playing the metal music and not bending to the judgement of others. I didn’t cry for anything, ever. I didn’t cry when I moved away from… Continue reading Please don’t think me weak.
What if someone you loved had cancer? Would you think the word “remission” would be the end of the terror? That your fears would be gone, right? That it’s okay now, and that your baby or your husband or wife or mom or dad or sibling is going to be fine now, and that you… Continue reading What Remission Looks Like