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I’m Not a Badge of Honor
People love to call women like me strong. Ugh. Annoying. “You’re so strong.” “I don’t know how you do it all.” “You’re Superwoman!” Here’s the reality though: most of the time, I don’t want to do it all. I just don’t always have a choice. When I was diagnosed with breast cancer, the world didn’t…
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Shutter Speed & Soul Work
“A love story between me, a camera, and over 400 women defining themselves” Back in 2015, I fell in love. Not with a person, I was already head over heels for my husband (he’s cool with it) but with a machine: a Nikon DSLR. (Sorry, Canon folks. We can still be friends, but we’ll never…
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Eight Weeks Post-DIEP: The Hunger Games
Hello again, friends. After a brief unintentional blogging hiatus (read: recovery haze, surgical drains, snack-fueled mood swings, and a short stint as a human pin cushion), I’m back—with sass, some leftover surgical tape stuck to places I can’t see, and enough opinions to fill a medical journal. Eight weeks post-DIEP flap reconstruction surgery, and while…
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The Fine Art of Friendship (and Trash-Talking Life)
Long-term friendships are like well-worn undies—comfy, a little stretched out, and possibly holding on by sheer force of will, but damn if they aren’t still doing the job. They’ve seen you at your best, your worst, and that regrettable phase in the early 2000s when you thought chunky highlights and a zig-zag part were a…
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The Face of “Concern”?
Being a woman of a certain age brings with it certain, shall we say, inconveniences. The annual pap/pelvic exam. The hormonal hellscape that creates night sweats A new interest in your bone density The insomnia that could be caused by age or adulting (but you’re not sure which) The dreaded mammogram And this last one,…
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Unexpected Sadness and the Terrible Ouch
The writer recalls a bittersweet moment while scrolling through old photos, suddenly confronted with grief over her mother’s passing. The rapid onset of terminal cancer and subsequent emotional repression are detailed, along with fond memories of her mother. Despite ongoing pain, she reflects on healing progress and cherishes precious memories.
Playfully True: Notes from a Not-So-Graceful Life 