It’s been a long break from writing. When my own mother wants to know why I haven’t written, you know it’s been a long time. Frankly, I haven’t quite known where to start and how to begin. Life has been chaotic, tumultuous and riddled with ups and downs since my last post in January. Yet, … Continue reading
May the New Year bring you more of what you need and leave you grateful for what you have. Life is complicated, chaotic and overflowing with an abundance of greatness and grit. I begin another year with the same resolution as years past. To remain resolute in our resolve to live life to its fullest, … Continue reading
Good news today… The Piece of Shit has been behaving itself since we last gave it a look. We are so pleased that it is being so cooperative. My MRI this morning revealed two very important things. One… there has been no tumor growth. Two… my brain is still in there. Whew! What a relief. … Continue reading
Please… Don’t tell us not to worry and don’t tell us it will be fine. Don’t tell us “you just know it will be ok” and don’t tell us not to stress out. Please don’t confuse our anxiety right now with desperation. Our anxiety appreciates your support over your pity. We’ve been down this road, running this fucking MRI marathon, for … Continue reading
For the joy and for the pain… For the laughter and the tears… For the celebrations and the disappointments… For the wins and the losses… For the joy and the sorrow… For the fights and the forgiveness… For the challenges and perspective… For the resolve and the respect… For the patience… For the loyalty and … Continue reading
Most moments in life end up being remembered and defined by the smallest gestures, moments and things. 18 years ago, in a hospital in Lafayette, Indiana, I awoke in a post surgical recovery room disoriented, confused, scared and alone. What had been scheduled as a minor out-patient procedure turned into a four-day hospital stay after a … Continue reading
I made it through to the other side of August and we welcome with open arms September. With a promise of cooler temperatures, college football and baseball for the boys, September could not have arrived sooner. The emotional roller coaster continues and we continue along for the ride. Harper is now a “failure to thrive” … Continue reading
A month of anniversaries, life altering events and haunting memories. While the physical and emotional wounds have long ago healed over, they’ve left behind jagged, deep scars. The increasingly hefty serving of gratitude, humility, perspective and mortality gets harder to swallow each year. A month where the weight of our reality is simply difficult to … Continue reading
We gather in the heat of the southern Atlanta summer each year to honor those who have supported us, worked with us to raise money for the Southeastern Brain Tumor Foundation’s Race for Research and with hope that we’ll celebrate another year of my continued stability. This year was no exception. In-fact, this year was … Continue reading
They announced this weekend from the back of the car that they needed to make a commercial. People, they said, needed to know and hear what they had to say about donating to fund brain tumor research. More people needed to support our team Babes with Brains and the Race for Research. Apparently from the … Continue reading
I spent a few hours sitting under a tree with Harper this afternoon watching the boys help Paul wash our cars. “Be careful! Don’t get that soap in your eyes, it may kill you!!!” Said the dramatic one with authority. Always so over the top I thought as I passed a Cheerio to Harper. … Continue reading
Babes with Brains is asking for your help and support. Would you help me raise awareness and raise funds for brain tumor research? My family and I as well as numerous friends will be participating for the 6th year in the Southeastern Brain Tumor Foundation’s 13th Annual Race for Research. Our team “Babes with Brains”, has raised nearly $40,000 since 2007 and we’re … Continue reading
I remember clear blue skies, warm air and feeling carefree. I remember having no fear. I remember the patients in the waiting room and the litany of questions from the PA as he looked at my scans. I remember feeling ambivalent and wondering why I needed to be there. I remember the surgeon. I remember … Continue reading
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