Beyond Breast Cancer – findingjubilee

I Hear Voices

Not all the time, but fairly persistently throughout my youth and adulthood, I wished for the ability to connect with

I actually used that phase on someone this week. “Glad to hear you’re back in the saddle”, texted in response

So, um yes, if you read my last post you know that I was in need of some lifting up

It is the last day of January and the first post I have made in this year. I am climbing

I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I

I have my legs back. My feet, too, and — almost — my hands. Two weeks short of switching (some

I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body

I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important

A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from

We’ve been traveling some steep emotional waves of late. Saying “we” is only true because I include us by our

I am grateful for this new year. I am grateful to be alive, to be sitting at this desk beneath

There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —

I am keeping track and can now count on one hand the number of days until my next surgery. I

“Just is”– my new motto. I would have it tattooed on some part of my body if I were brave

Wednesday afternoons are reserved for my weekly doctor’s appointment. I clean off the sweat and dirt of a morning spent

What do you want to be when you grow up? Me, I wanted to be a therapist — a child therapist,

I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went

Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery

I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.

I started riding again, which is true if you think of riding in very loose terms. It wasn’t hard. It also was not