Yesterday, I was in Costco when I got a call from a Community network number. I answered. It was the surgeon’s office calling to schedule my under anesthesia scope and the follow-up appointment with my surgeon. Wait, what. I knew my surgeon needed to be involved, I guess I thought the CT scan and the…

You guys, we did it! Last round of chemo! And it came with a pleasant surprise. Because my neuropathy is so bad, I got to skip my chemo drip all together this last round. I still had my take-home chemo but less is good! Ha, silver linings! So next steps: I have a CT scan…

In my dad’s church, the adults had small groups called koinonia group. You know, good ‘ole Christian fellowship. As a kid, I hated these groups. Koinonia group at our house meant cleaning till the cows came home and I wanted no part in that. Nobody is going to judge how clean our baseboards were or…

I was driving home from my port disconnect on Saturday and was thinking of what to write. I thought about being funny and writing about what not to say to a cancer patient. (You know, sharing a story of a person who died from cancer, not the most helpful right now or how brave I…

I don’t recall too many back to school things growing up. I vaguely remember shopping for school supplies at Venture. Being the 3rd girl out of 4, I got mostly hand-me-downs. I do remember the typical front porch picture with my neat pigtails with bows. Yes, at one point in my life, I actually wore…

When I was in college, my older sister asked me to run the mini-marathon (13.1 miles) with her. No problem! I play college basketball; I can run 13.1 miles no sweat. Plus, I was never the fastest player in sprints but the more sprints we had, miraculously I just would keep my pace and become…

I’ve been reluctant to post about anything lately, because I knew it would manifest as a tired and grumpy rant. And let’s be honest, who wants to hear me complain? I’m not the one with cancer! I’ve probably rewritten this 50 times in the last couple weeks. Writing about my wife fighting cancer unleashes a…

My dad took a sabbatical during the summer of 1990 and it was the best summer I can remember as a kid. We rented a house in Upstate New York, close to our cousins and we stayed the whole summer. The drive out might have been another story. We loaded up our conversion van for…

I remember being in my 9th grade English class with Mrs. Bickell and before we read Romeo and Juliet, there was a survey about yourself. You know, questions trying to engage with Shakespeare and 17th century English culture. One of the this or that questions was: are you spontaneous or planned? As a 14 year-old,…

The dinner table is a funny thing. As a kid, I remember our table being about manners, being polite and having decorum. Clearly I grew up with all sisters. Now, my dinner table is never short of loud farts and burps. Some battles are not worth fighting. Even still, many of our families infamous memories…