Cloudy, Foggy, Tired Mess

No one ever said that going through chemo, radiation, surgery after surgery and still maintaining a life would be easy. No one ever said that one day I’d just wake up and have my memory and motivation back. So why am I beating myself up? Why when I roll out of bed in the mornings, 45-60 mins later then what I planned, do I chew myself out for still being tired? I tell myself “it’s not like you’re not sleeping so what the hell? We have a life to attend too!”

I have a life. Mostly a busy one…

Just Paint the Wall…

This morning as I was driving into work I was listening to my favorite Portland radio morning show, Tony, Jake and Jenn on 98.7 The Bull, and they were discussing something that really resonated with me…specifically what Jake Byron said: (I’m paraphrasing because I didn’t write it down since I was driving) He said “My mother…

Mommy’s Got Cancer

My son was just shy of a year and a half when I found out I had cancer so explaining to him what was about to happen wasn’t really an option…let’s be honest I didn’t even know what was about to happen. I mean how do you explain cancer to an innocent baby/toddler? I remember…