Tag Archives: anxiety

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 Taught Me To Play

  I like to volunteer. It gives me a sense of satisfaction, a direct course of action, and a frame of reference. Lately I have joined a couple of new causes, and defining my roles with them is an ongoing process. One day last week, my to-do list was long, and each undertaking had a specific window of time for… Read more »

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 Grandmom Smacked My Head

In certain circles, my mouthiness is the stuff of lore, and I’m known to be short-tempered, too. There was the time I was behind the wheel as a student at Penn State with a friend in the passenger’s seat. Mounds of snow were everywhere, and the parking lot was slick with ice. As I carefully backed my brown Dodge Colt… Read more »

The Day I Got Angry

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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 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 I Didn’t Feel Safe

When I was first diagnosed with breast cancer three years ago, I knew that many women and men had received their own diagnoses before I did. Many others had felt the shock, the disappointment, and the worry that I was experiencing. Sadly, many others have also experienced it after me, and some for the second or third time. I was… Read more »