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Spring! Purple crocus peeking through the thawing ground offering a brilliant burst of color, welcome by those happy they survived another winter here in Montana, yet perhaps unwelcome by those who prefer blue — as in a bluebird day — not ready to store their skis for the season. Spring brings our farmers markets alive...
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So, the night before my explant surgery I Face-Timed my besties back home in Chicago. They always have an innate ability to distract me by keeping me laughing. Our call ended with them grabbing their boobs and waving them goodbye. The morning of the surgery, I had George Michael’s “Freedom” blasting on the way to...
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PERSPECTIVE Perspective typically comes into play when we’re facing a health issue. Maybe it’s perspective on our life if, God forbid, we don’t wake up from surgery (or am I the only one who spazzes about going under anesthesia?) Maybe it’s perspective on a lifestyle that led us to dealing with a health issue in...
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The older you get, the less you care about stuff. Maybe I should rephrase that. The older you get, the more your priorities shift. Well, speaking for myself anyway. I don’t care as much about having the newest iPhone, trendy clothes, or manicures (although looking at my nails, maybe I should LOL.) And more and...
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“YOU DON’T LOOK SICK”      “IT’S ALL IN YOUR HEAD”    “IT’S JUST STRESS” Sound familiar? Sadly, most of us dealing with chronic illness have heard these not only from our doctors but from our well-intended family members as well. I’m guessing my story is similar to yours…. A terrifying panic attack led me...
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Have You Ever Been to Dead Soulsville? 5 Steps to Rediscovering Your Soul   “Do you ever just not know who you are or what you want and all of a sudden you just don’t feel anything?” ~Alex Levy, ‘The Morning Show’ Whoa. Rewind. Those words could have come out of my mouth. They’ve certainly...
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Stacks of moving boxes are scattered about the house, ready to be loaded into the U-Haul. My 19-year-old son, who is helping me with the move, is hanging with friends before we head out, and my 11-year-old son is off on his last bike ride through the neighborhood. I head upstairs, alone, to do a...
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