My Cancer Story

There’s no easy, eloquent way to put this.  My cancer has recurred.  It does seem small and localized, and, most importantly, treatable. Y...

I just received my ninth clear PET scan report since completing chemo, nearly six years ago.  Whew!  I had a little bit of a scare and had s...

On election day, four years ago, I had my first chemo treatment.  We left the house too early to stop by the polls and returned too late.  I...

Three and a half years ago, a skilled cardiothoracic surgeon performed a thoracotomy and separated two of my ribs to look for remaining sign...

Nearly four years ago, I received my diagnosis of metastatic uterine cancer.  I was terrified.  Terrified for myself.  Terrified for my husb...

I've been spending the last six months since my last blog entry living my life, well, normally as possible.  I find myself thinking abou...

When did I lose my perfect balance on a bike?  When did I start worrying about being knocked off the trail by some hot shot eight year-old o...