It’s a bit late in the summer to be starting a summer reading list, but cancer doesn't take the summer off so I thought it was still worth the time to give a little reading material to anyone battling cancer, or people that love someone battling cancer. So while you're at the pool or beach, grab one of these five books to take some control back of your healing.
I vowed to make summer 2017 one to remember. If this was going to be my last hurrah, I would give my son a summer full of memories. Alternatively, if I continued to thrive, well then, we had the makings of a beautiful photo album.
I just celebrated the one year anniversary of my expiration day—the day conventional medicine predicted I would prematurely die from recurrent cervical cancer. I was given fifteen months to live when I was diagnosed in Feb 2016. That meant I needed to have my affairs in order on or around my forty-fifth birthday in May 2017.
Every mother needs some time off. She may not be as extreme as I am and need to escape for long intervals of time, but our sanity as mothers in this crazy, unrelenting, suffocating world is to insist on something that gives us air. I call it “putting on our oxygen mask first.”
In honor of the man whose guiding hand is forever on my shoulder, I want to share 10 things Louie B. Gregg taught me about life. Because on days like today it's important for us fatherless daughters, parentless parents, and adult orphans to remember the ones we lost and miss.
I just had my 46th birthday. The doctors told me I wouldn’t make it due to recurrent cervical cancer. This made me muse a bit before during and after.
Once I thought it was decadent. A luxury. Now I understand there is nothing decadent about self-care. I believe one of the reasons I got cancer was because I never allowed myself to think about what I needed to replenish my soul.
I'm kind of obsessed with podcasts, so when I saw an open casting call to be a host I thought it couldn't hurt to try. Here's my audition pod. It's three minutes on a subject dear to my heart: self-care is not a luxury, it's essential to our health and happiness.
Today while my family spoils me, I want to honor my mother, Marcie Gregg whose bright light went out in 1984. This blog raises a glass to her and I hope a permission slip to all other motherless daughters, motherless mothers and parentless parents to allow themselves to feel any emotions they have about missing their moms today.
Me going to the Botanical Garden on this day is non-negotiable. If I don't take this me time I'm going to be a much meaner, less grounded person, but if I ask permission I'll never get it.
Every mother needs some time off. Our sanity as mothers in this crazy, unrelenting, suffocating world is to insist on something that gives us air. I call it "putting on our oxygen mask first."