Homemade Kindness
I enjoy making things. After breast cancer five years ago, I took up quilting. Cutting fabric into small pieces and
I enjoy making things. After breast cancer five years ago, I took up quilting. Cutting fabric into small pieces and
Maizey is crazy. We call her that and we are the ones who love her. Whether I tell Maizey’s story
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
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
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
What do you want to be when you grow up? Me, I wanted to be a therapist — a child therapist,
Reagan left. She was here for a week, shouldering by herself the big task of keeping me company in addition to completing
I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went
I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.
Two weeks ago we met with our oncologist and I mean that in the very personal and possessive sense of
Life goes on. How utterly simple and confounding. The essential acts of waking and sleeping and being (relatively) alive and conscious will
I have only lost “normal” to the extent that I thought that I “had” normal in the first place. I do not want my past life back. I do not want it, because it is not mine to have. I want the life I have now, this present moment.
Fear can take up a lot of room, if given even half a chance. In spite of your mighty efforts at optimism,
I have breast cancer. Trust me, I didn’t see that one coming. There is no history of it in our