fuck you, 2018!
2018 has been one motherfucker of a year. I was diagnosed with breast cancer at age 34, spent most of the year undergoing treatments and in the process, lost my hair and whatever sense of self I had come to…
been there, beat that
Cancer-free. Survivorship. Thriver. I’ve been somewhat afraid to use those terms. Not because of their meaning, I’ve worked so hard to get to this point - to consider myself a survivor, but afraid I might jinx it.. it can feel…