Fingers on My Breast, Questions on My Mind
While my doctor’s fingers massaged my breasts and cradled my hard, almond-sized lump, we had a peculiar conversation. She was from the...
The Luck of the Draw
Through the unlikeliest of circumstances, I found myself in a first class seat on a flight to Guatemala this week. They actually served...
Teaching an Old Drug New Tricks: The Role of Ketamine in Depression and Breast Cancer
“No fresh flowers,” my doctor said. “Avoid salad. No uncooked food. And don’t bring visitors home.” Treatment for breast cancer took...
Short, Striped & Revealing: the Worst New Year's Eve Dress Ever
On New Year’s Eve, I put on a gown. A short blue and white striped number, it tied at the waist and opened in the front. My little...
Breast Cancer Stole My Bling
I missed that ring. And even though I told myself it didn't matter, it did.
I Wouldn't Give My Right Arm
I’m pretty good at handling cosmic injustices – cancer, two burned down houses, my mom’s Alzheimer’s, and my dad’s Myasthenia Gravis. My...