About 30% of people diagnosed with breast cancer at any stage will develop distal metastasis. I am one.
On the phone with my dear friend Aliza: “I want to write a new post but I don’t have a topic.” “A good day.” “What?” “Write about a good day.” Hmm… It never occurred to me, but what a great idea! So here it is: what a good day looks like...
I’ve had some scary experiences lately. * My cordless phone suddenly switched to speaker. I had no idea how it happened and could not for the life of me figure out how to switch it back until I had randomly pushed lots of buttons. * I somehow managed to delete...
My neighbor Rafic from across the kitchen courtyard knocked on my back door, his arms filled with liter-and-a-half bottles of mineral water. “Rivka called. The water is contaminated, probably from sewage. She says not to use boiled water either; only bottled water for cleaning fruit and vegetables, tooth brushing, and...
I’ve written a few posts about acceptance. I sure hope I wasn’t too smug because warmed-up words are not a very tasty meal. It hit me suddenly today – I’ll be fifty-eight in two days. Will I live to see my next birthday? There is a good chance that I...
Scorchy Barrington is the intelligent, articulate, funny author of The Sarcastic Boob and is also active in the #bcsm (breast cancer social media) community on Twitter and Facebook. Her posts cover a lot of territory and are always well-written and a pleasure to read. In “Another Level of Acceptance”, which appeared on...
Sometimes I just can’t tell the difference between being in touch with my feelings and expressing them appropriately – or playing the Stage IV card and milking it for all it’s worth. I’m having a rotten week or so and you, Internet, are the lucky puppy who gets to hear...
Some of the results from the whole body scan are in. My lungs and liver are still cancer free! There is progression in the bone mets, but with the exception of one ambiguous finding the disease has not spread outside the skeleton. I am jazzed! I hadn’t realized how oppressive...
Well, this is strange. In the weeks and days leading up to my recent CT, I was a quivering mess of anxiety and drama. I divided my time between obsessively cleaning my house and taking advantage of the kind and patient emotional support of my long-suffering friends. (You know who...
