About The Blog

I have created this blog because writing has become a part of who I am and how I have coped these past years battling back and fourth with cancer.  I am sharing it publicly because a few months ago The James, shared just one piece of my writing with it’s entire community of patients, doctors, families, and survivors. The outpouring of “thank you’s” and support that I received after was ineffable.  I was touched by many stories people would tell me as to how they came across my article. There were hundreds of people commenting/telling me that they felt the exact same way but just weren’t ever able to put those emotions into words.

When I was first faced with the tough reality of cancer I wished every day that I had someone or something that would make me feel like I wasn’t alone.  I wanted to read something that would put my raw feelings into words.

After deciding to turn to writing myself, it turned into a very sobering form of therapy for me. It is often hard to put some of my most vulnerable and terrifying experiences, thoughts, and feelings onto paper (let alone for everyone to see). I used to try and hide everything from everyone but I have grown so much as a person through all of this and don’t feel the need to hide any of it anymore.

The very idea that I could even touch ONE more patient’s life through my writing makes me ecstatic. So, I am asking you all to please share the blog with anyone you may know who is battling cancer, is a survivor, a doctor, or has a loved one fighting.  The simple power of relation to words can go a long way when going through such a dark time. Any of you who want to follow my journey can also keep up here.

I have started by posting two of my older writings but have many more in the works now as surgery approaches.

A lot of this blog will most likely the result of unwelcome 2AM awakenings when, when my thoughts won’t stop spinning in my head, when the fear gets me and I can’t sleep. But, this time is also when I am able to think the clearest about everything standing in front of me. The late hours and darkness mask the defenses and fronts that my brain tries to put up every morning.