Tag Archives: fear

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

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 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 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 »

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 »

The Day Embarrassment Gave Me Permission

  My children go back to school next week. It’s hard to believe summer break is coming to an end, but it’s always an exciting time in our house. The kids look forward to seeing their friends more often, to meeting new people and, most of all, to begining a relationship with a new teacher. Even Baby #4 is getting… Read more »