I’ve been avoiding resolutions quite a lot in the past several years. I may have written about it, and I may have made some or made some under a clever new word like “intentions” or something like that. The truth is, resolutions never really sat well with me. Because of what my brain likes to… Continue reading Resolutions
Today, while eating lunch with my most delightful friends and coworkers, we were discussing the nighttime routines of our little ones. Mine, being not so little, is very independent in her evening preparations. One friend talked about how her son likes her to turn off the light for the last few minutes of his bath.… Continue reading Singletasking
My journeys with the wound vacuum have been, at times, more than I could handle. To all of the lovelies who say I’ve been handling all of this cancer business with grace, I say you probably never saw me with my wound vac and you certainly never saw me on a bad day with it.… Continue reading Again
I took some big steps yesterday. Husband let me tag along on some errands after we voted, and I conquered a few fears. It was my first foray into public as a “flat” person, and I was pretty nervous. I was less self-conscious than I expected to be when we were in shops and generally… Continue reading Moving forward
I’ve been noticing something particularly absurd about myself lately. It started with my DVR at the point of our move. I guess it’s been going on for a while, since we started preparing for our move nearly two years ago. Anyway, I was very into a show called Downton Abby. I would watch it alone… Continue reading Unfinished business
When my doctor asked me when I thought I could do my next mastectomy surgery I told him that I was good to go as soon as he was. I was beyond anxious to be done, as I know I’ve said before. But now, as my date moves closer, I’m becoming worried in a way… Continue reading Head vs. heart
So, I finally did it. I attended my first event, in this case a party for Husband’s work, in which I didn’t know the people and I only had one breast. I had some anxiety going in, but I put on my absolute favorite “you can’t entirely tell I’m a uniboob” shirt, took a deep… Continue reading Look here!