No guts, no glory

The worst thing about breast cancer treatment is the aftermath. I think I’m fine, getting back to some semblance of normalcy, and then suddenly I’m off balance again. At first it’s a small bobble, the warning shot over the bow, and then my vessel starts to take on water. No amount of bailing seems to help as some unseen force… Continue reading

I can’t picture myself

I can’t picture myself dead. My mother said that to me the other day. Given that she is 89 years young, I was thrilled to hear it! It got me thinking, though. I can’t picture myself dead either, which is a beneficial mindset when emerging from the back end of breast cancer treatment. Normally I’m not a fan of exploring… Continue reading

Yoga, love at first movement

Yoga. It was love at first movement when I discovered yoga. I remember sitting on the living room floor with Ken (my husband) and a copy of Rodney Yee’s Yoga: Poetry of the Body book. We took turns trying to do the poses, having no idea what we were doing or what the poses were doing for us. Fast forward ten… Continue reading