Relationships and Cancer
Being diagnosed with cancer is so hard for so many reasons, not the least of which being that your relationships with friends, family, and your partner are going to be impacted; there is no way around this one. In a perfect world, every one of those relationships would be made stronger by what you are collectively going through, but this isn’t a perfect world and that’s not always the way things work out. So, what do you do about it? How do you handle these changes, theses challenges, these let downs? How do you celebrate and show gratitude for the positive impacts, the people drawn closer and cemented more permanently in your heart? Let’s explore those questions. Some of it might not be easy to look at, but healing hurt is critical to your health and happiness. We’re all in this together 💕
Roots
As many will know, this winter I was lucky enough to cross something big off of my bucket list: a two-month trip to Southeast Asia. That in and of itself was extremely special; getting to see the beauty of parts of the world I had never explored before and getting to...
Open
Being diagnosed with cancer can be isolating and lonely, and I felt this acutely in part because of my young age. I’ve written before about the difficulty of relating to others post-diagnosis, and this feeling fits in there. It feels indescribably odd to receive a...
Asking for Help
I like to say I’m a recovering people pleaser. I mean, I had it bad, and it’s still something I struggle with. There are a few places this stemmed from I think, some bullying as a kid, feelings of low self-worth in relationships, and the loss of my father when I was...
Grieving What’s Lost: Remembering Laura McKay
If you saw my Mental Health Monday video this week, you will know that I found out over the weekend that I lost a friend to breast cancer. It was normal for me not to hear from her for 3-4 months. Plus, she was dealing with a recurrence, was busy with a young son, and...
Find Your People
I get it. When I was first diagnosed, I wanted to hide in my apartment and not see anyone who wasn’t my family. I didn’t want to talk to people, to have them look at me with sympathy and sadness; that head-tilt-and-frown expression, almost always followed by, “Hey....
