Releasing

It’s been nearly 8 months since I was diagnosed, six months since  my surgery, five months since my radiation oncologist told me during one of my radiation appointments that I was cancer-free.  Next week I’m heading to Indianapolis for another follow up appointment with my oncologist. It’s the first stop on my Health Defenders Trifecta Tour!  I’ll have my first mammogram a few weeks later in April, (more…)

Our Spirit Connects Us

How do you know when you’re on the right track?  I think you need to listen to your Spirit, that holy and divine essence that makes each of us move, but which over time and troubles can become encased in our shit!   Each of us has a small voice that speaks to us in subtle ways.  It’s the nudge that causes you to look to the side just in time to avoid an accident.  It’s the sense that you need to move or you’ll be bumped into by another person charging down the hallway.  It’s the image of a friend popping into your mind and then hearing a story about him, or seeing him pop up on facebook, or getting a phone call.  It’s the almost imperceptible pressure you sometimes feel when you’re alone or in deep thought, the sense that someone is there in the room with you while you’re alone. (more…)

Whatever Gets You Through

I am hoping that your “dirty” language makes you feel better.

I had a double mastectomy in July 2008 for breast cancer. Chemo treatments and 33 Radiation treatments. Lost all my hair, sick as a poisioned dog from chemo and burned terribly from radiation–but never once did say such filthy things.

I prayed to the Lord of Heaven, Jesus Christ that whatever I was and would be going through would be for His Glory. I am praying that you can do the same this very day and that your life will be turned to the glory of the Lord.

Nancy J Leimer
2 Year Cancer Survivor

This is one of the responses I did’t post (more…)

Five Months Later

Today I hit an almost milestone.  Five months ago today I had my breast cancer surgery.  Whether it was a physical memory of the procedures that day or just routine aches, I found myself remembering the pace of that day with a little anguish.  I awoke exhausted this morning.  I couldn’t conceive of getting out of bed.  My body hurt all over.  And to make matters more aggravating, I was assured that my period once again started…eleven days after “Aunt Flo” left me… (more…)

A Doctrine of Fairness

How many times have you heard someone scream, “Hey!  That’s not fair!” ?  Fairness it seems is something each of us wants for ourselves,  sometimes at the expense of others.  I’ve struggled with the fuliginous concept of fairness for nearly a week.  I’ve struggled so much so in fact that I’ve had a hard time writing any blog posts.  Is that fair?

I’ve experienced my fair share of injustice over my lifetime.  I could, as the saying goes, write a book!  And consequently AM pulling my story together at the urgings of friends and fans.  I’ll get my fair share of comfort from naming names and documenting episodes!  Will anyone end up (more…)

A Touchy Subject: Breast Suppleness

I’ve read women’s accounts and listened to women describe disappointment and frustration over the firmness or hardness of their breast weeks, months, even years after lumpectomy and radiation.   Throw in the gnarled tender scar that lies just beneath the surface of the skin and fear jumps up front and center.

I remember the first time I tried to touch my wound the day after surgery.  My site had been finished (or top coated as I imagined) with some kind of industrial body glue which left the side of my breast feeling waxy (more…)

“That’s What Friends Are For…”

My life really did drastically change after being diagnosed with breast cancer.  At first it was a battle.  Now, it’s a reality of my life.  Check ups. Evaluations. Medications. Side effects.  Residual pain. Coping.  Moving on.  I understand now that my life will always be a little different than it used to be.

Maybe that’s what Dr. Goulet was trying to get me to understand.  It’s a sobering revelation.

I’m starting to “get back out” among friends and colleagues.   I wasn’t aware of how isolated I’d made myself until (more…)