Category Archives: Cancer Experiences

The Day I Jumped Over a Table

  People tell me all the time how brave I am. Sometimes, I believe it. I have to, otherwise I am not able to find the stamina to push through the day. It becomes a rallying cry, a motivator to keep me busy and moving. Otherwise, I am stalled and overwhelmed, and not even the simplest of tasks are accomplished…. Read more »

The Day He Liked Me

amy   February 16, 2017   Comments Off on The Day He Liked Me

  There was once a college girl who threw a house party with her roommates. Early on in the evening, the front door opened and a guy entered with a few of his friends. He smiled at her as he stood on the landing, and she looked down at him from the top of the staircase. As they gazed into… Read more »

The Day I Glued Stickers to a T-Shirt…Again

amy   February 9, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Glued Stickers to a T-Shirt…Again

There isn’t much I wouldn’t do for the teachers at my kids’ schools. I’ve covered over 60 cereal boxes with red construction paper for Valentine’s Day mailboxes. I’ve spent hours shelving books in the student library. I’ve scoured the internet for classroom party games that meet a narrow field of expectations. I’ve even spent entire days outside to supervise Field… Read more »

The Day I Kissed Off My 30s

amy   January 12, 2017   Comments Off on The Day I Kissed Off My 30s

The other day this showed up in my mailbox: I have no idea where it came from or why it found its way to me. The only magazine I have a subscription to is Time, and we have been going steady since I was a Freshman in college. I tried Better Homes & Gardens and Country Living during my 20s as… Read more »

The Day I Got Angry

amy   January 5, 2017   7 Comments on The Day I Got Angry

Since I was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago, I’d like to think I’ve been a good sport about it. From finding the lump, to diagnosis, to genetic testing, and then surgeries and treatment, I have rolled with it. I’ve likened my changing body to Mrs. Doubtfire, dueling banjos, and a Vegan diet. I’ve laughed my way through new… Read more »

The Day Holiday Chaos Took Over

I’m a lady with a plan. Well, it used to be that way before breast cancer and BRCA2. Now I’m more like a lady with a daily planner…and a note-taking app on her phone…and a chunky cube of obnoxiously-neon Post-It Notes…and alarms set to go off frequently… I like to have my ducks in a row, an outline of the… Read more »

The Day I Posted on Cure Diva

My fear of sharing my writing is not obvious, since this blog exists. In truth, I have spent many hours of my life creating and editing, reworking and then storing away what I labored over but then deemed not worthy to share. It was through the persistent encouragement of a friend  that Worms in my Salad began, and it was… Read more »

The Day I Had Beer with Breakfast

A couple of weeks ago, I wrote here on the blog about how I’ve been living (some days, just existing) with chronic pain.  The pain specialist I saw prescribed a medication to determine if the pain is neurological.  The good news is, the meds have kicked in. The bad news is—you guessed it—the meds have kicked in. The first dose left me… Read more »

The Day Nerves Were on my Nerves

  I’ve been snippy lately, and it isn’t just because of the country’s political climate. For the past few months, the occasional discomfort, muscle twinges, and tingly jolts on and around my chest since my breast cancer journey began have crescendoed into constant pain. When I first get up in the morning, I feel normal. I awake without thinking about… Read more »

The Day I Modeled for Cancer

amy   November 3, 2016   Comments Off on The Day I Modeled for Cancer

  I first met Betty while oncology nurses attempted to start an IV in my arm for chemo. She was receiving treatment next to me, and the expression on her face told me everything I needed to know about her. It was obvious she was having trouble remaining in her chair and hooked up to her own IV. What she… Read more »