My Boob-Voyage

I've recently cleaned up my Facebook friends list, and I don't think I'm finished with that. It got me to thinking about fri...

For many women, after the trauma of being diagnosed with crappy cancer, undergoing treatment and facing the reality of a mastectomy, the th...

Having no hormones wreaks havoc on my body. God designed women as a finely tuned instrument and the hormones that come from several org...

Life after crappy breast cancer means returning to some familiar things and also making some new choices. The song says "It ain't ...

I began blogging almost immediately after my diagnosis. My posts have been real, raw and honest. It's my therapy. So today, I'm bein...

It's October. Everything turns pink with a little pink ribbon on the package. . . . . clothes, socks, toilet paper and even soup cans! C...

Well, it's been a year already. I can hardly believe it. I'm still healing on the inside and can actually feel my nerves regene...

By far, the biggest physical challenge I've faced after cancer, is that of chronic fatigue. Fatigue doesn't fully describe the ti...