I was 19 years old when my grandmother on my mother's side was diagnosed with breast cancer. At this point she had her breast removed without reconstruction. She didn't receive neither radiation nor chemotherapy, possibly because she declined - but I'm not sure. Then there was spreading to the thyroid, so that had to be… Continue reading A heavy heritage
For anyone dealing with a crisis like this, you need to look at strategies to minimize the fear. Because it's such a great blow to the life you're living, it's crucial that you actively don't get sucked in the vortex of fear and despair. I have met so many amazing people online that send out… Continue reading Do you feel lucky, punk?
People can be so rude. I never cease to be amazed by this fact. They actually stand with open mouths and stare and turn their heads. Some people don't even conceal it; it's as if you don't exist to them. You're such a deviation that you're ripped of your humanity. You're not a person… Continue reading Do I look weird to you?
Bald and hairy legs. Not the definition of the perfect woman. More like a middle aged man. And nonetheless how I look now. Funny thing is that all this change in my appearance has only strengthened my self-esteem. It's as though all the things that could make me insecure before seems so tiny now, that… Continue reading Womanly wonder
To be in a waiting position. To never know how you're going to feel, is it still a good day or will things get worse? Second chemo done. Three days out. Prepared for feeling worse, hoping that I don't. So far everything's almost as good as it get in a way. Only one more of… Continue reading Colorful thoughts