When the storm of cancer hits, you need somewhere to go for protection. Somewhere to shield and strengthen you. My shield is an oak tree.
If your gut is telling you to visit an old friend, no matter if they have cancer or not, now is the time.
When you’re living with metastatic cancer, especially as a parent of school-age children, you live a jarring double life.
When the anxiety rises and the dark thoughts come, I try not to push them away. Instead, I get right up close to them.