A tango with breast cancer

The devil may care, but I don’t. Really, I don’t. Having spent over fifty years trying to meet an insanely high bar of accomplishment for myself and feeling skewered when I couldn’t meet it, I have hung up my track shoes and no longer engage in high jumping, pole vaulting or any other sport that requires me to jump higher than… Continue reading

Cattle prods and string cheese

Throughout my breast cancer adventure, I have been asked the question, ‘am I in pain.’ My answer, until now, has always been a resounding ‘no’. My cancer was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant diagnostic tests. My chemo was not painful, although I will give a nod to some of the less pleasant side effects.… Continue reading