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 of The Special

amy   November 10, 2016   No Comments on The Day of The Special

I rolled my eyes at Baby #4’s nursery school teacher last week. She had handed me a packet of papers for his turn to be “The Special Person of the Day.” I immediately thought of The Lego Movie, and thought I should send him to school with a glue lid strapped to his back. Come on, I am all for… Read more »

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 »

The Day I Reassured a New Mom

  “You hear that baby crying?” asked my youngest child. Who didn’t? We were standing in the oral care aisle at Target, and the sound of wailing filled the Health and Beauty department. Baby #4 looked at me with concern, patiently waiting for me to seek out the source of the noise and to promptly shush it. It didn’t sound… Read more »

The Day No T-Shirt Slogan Worked

Throughout this essay, the quotes depicted are found on actual t-shirts for sale on the Internet. My breast implants are shifting. The plastic surgeon warned me two years ago that it would likely happen. At the time, I had just finished up an intense year of multiple surgeries, chemotherapy, and radiation. I was set to begin physical therapy to increase… Read more »

The Day I Knew How to Support

It’s October, which means social media is saturated with ways to “support” breast cancer awareness, research, and patients. These are the top three ways family, friends, acquaintances, and strangers have best supported me since I was diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago: Being My Village Empathy goes a long way in our world, and we talk about how it… Read more »

The Day I Didn’t Laugh

amy   September 29, 2016   No Comments on The Day I Didn’t Laugh

  When nervous, I break out the comedy. It’s a family trait; my dad and my brothers do the same thing. We go into full stand-up mode when tension gets thick. I’m not sure how my mother has dealt with it over the years, and I suspect she considers all four of us annoying because of it. It’s tough to… Read more »

The Day Cancer Took My Friend

  This time of year, I find myself recalling the shock of diagnosis. I remember my laughter on October 1, 2013, when the bitter irony of being told I had breast cancer on the first day of Breast Cancer Awareness Month washed over me in all of its Pepto-Bismol Pink, marketing-schemed glory. Memories are at every turn, and snippets of… Read more »