Tag Archives: social media

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 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 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 a Stranger Became Me

Yesterday I was scrolling through my Facebook Newsfeed when I saw an image of a mother with pink hair breastfeeding, captioned with the title “Mom Prepares for Cancer Battle with Final Breastfeeding Photo Shoot.” Countless memories and thoughts streamed through my mind, and it was a moment or two before I realized I was holding my breath. Since my breast cancer diagnosis on… Read more »

The Day I Took in the Noise

When people look at me, what do they see? If I’m at the gym, maybe they notice that my t-shirt doesn’t lay across my chest normally, or that I tend to favor my left arm. If I’m attending an evening meeting, maybe they notice that I’m showing signs of fatigue, and that how I articulate is different then than it… Read more »

The Day We Didn’t Have to Hug

  Most of my family roots are in Italy and Sicily. I belong to the same church that my great-grandparents did, and every summer we celebrate the feasts of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, Santissimo Salvatore, and Madonna del Soccorso di Sciacca in the streets. We believe in big, hearty meals served around a large table, family-style. All of our… Read more »

The Day I Stayed in the Middle

  I’ve been a stay-at-home-mom since becoming pregnant with Baby #2. A lot has happened over the years since resigning my paying job: a new house, a dog, breast cancer, 1.5 to 4 kids, and the normal daily chaos of life continuing its churn. Strangers like to tell me I “have my hands full” and that I’m “always keeping busy,”… Read more »

The Day I Defined Adulting

  Over the past month, social media has been abuzz with talk of the Buddy Bench, a designated seat near a school’s recess area where kids can go if they feel they need a friend. When other children see one of their peers sitting on the bench, they can invite that person to play, or engage him/her in conversation. This concept’s… Read more »

The Day I Danced MJ’s Thriller for BRCA2 Testing

At the time of my diagnosis, I was 36 years old, with no family history of breast cancer. The doctor tested me for a genetic cause, as is standard practice. When the test came back positive for the BRCA2 mutation, I was not the only one affected. The genetic counselor and I met to discuss the cancer history in my family tree,… Read more »

The Day I Wasn’t Indifferent

  It isn’t like I lived in a selfish vacuum before breast cancer and BRCA2 entered my life. I didn’t. I gave to my church’s weekly collection. I left out canned goods for the Post Office’s yearly food drive and bagged up our unneeded clothing and home goods for Purple Heart’s collections. If the kids’ schools ran a charity drive, asking for gently-used books… Read more »