hope

Mindfulness (#10)

I think it’s important to address one simple reality of my blogs.  The reason that I’m so good at calling a spade a spade, is because I’ve been that spade.  When a friend mentioned that she was a repeat offender, a phrase taken from “the God Pile,” I felt awful because I too have been a repeat offender, an energy sucker and worst of all, a drama Queen.  I’m not above reproach. 

Inevitably Unfair (#9)

While sitting at Starbucks one day, my mind drifts to my sister.  It’s a quiet moment where I feel nothing but this overpowering sensation of empathy for her.  Hushed tears begin to roll down my cheeks.  Over the last 6 months, our mom’s cancer has been extremely difficult on all of us, yet it’s become clear exactly how much more difficult this is for my sister.  Whereas I had a decade to flop around like a fish out of water in regards to my dysfunctional self, my sister has had no such luxury.  Let me explain… 

The White Flag (#7)

Nowadays, having Stage 4 cancer is no longer a death sentence.  With the emergence of radical surgical procedures, more effective chemo drugs and a slew of cancer vaccines entering clinical trials, hope is a tangible reality rather than a pipe dream. 

The God Pile (#6)

I have been told that one should avoid religion and politics at all costs in your blogs, yet I’m a rebel! (Insert maniacal laugh here).  No, really, I’m just kidding. “The God Pile” is actually just a phrase that I use for boundary lines.  

Healthy Fears, Is There Such A Thing? (#5)

It was a drop dead gorgeous Saturday when I was driving out of the parking lot of my complex.  I slowed my car to a stop so that I could check an email before entering the street.  A beep from a car startled me.  Unexpectedly, I felt a surge of anger.  I immediately drove into the street and pulled to the side to let the road warrior pass.  Despite tinted windows, I figured the driver was a she because of the Hello Kitty stickers plastered all over her car. 

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