It’s been a rough month.
Five years ago I had a double mastectomy. The girls turned against me so I had them taken off. My only concern was being here to raise my children, 6 and 7 at the time. 1,016 more words
This post is the second in what will be a series, documenting my experiences with the BRCA gene mutations and pending medical decisions. Thank you for following me on this journey, and please continue to send me your stories via email or in the comments below. 1,080 more words
Lately, my life’s music has been more like jazz rather than pop, classical or whatever. If you know anything about jazz, it’s all spontaneous, random chords thrown here and there, things mismatched, random solo outbursts between instruments, piano plunking away…I would love it if my story and life was a complete classical symphony. 1,663 more words