I am especially sentimental this time of year. And not because of Christmas, but because of the upcoming New Year. I spend the last 30 days of the year looking back at the goals I’ve set over the past five years and thinking about what I want for the future.
My husband, Tim, was diagnosed with cancer on July 28, 2018. Our time together after diagnosis was a beautiful disaster. This is the 22nd day after my husband passed away from the complications of cancer treatment. Today I went to the camper we shared next to Timmy’s favorite lake in
We broke up, and of course, it hurt. Worse yet, no one reached out to see if I was ok with the relationship ending. It was expected that life would hum along just as before. This, unfortunately, is the ordinary course of things when a friendship ends. Have you noticed
You are the words you say to yourself.
“What a bullshit sack of lemons,” I say to my husband as we progress through month 10 of his treatment for two very aggressive cancers. I’m not exactly sure what prompted me to say it. It might have been the three phone calls I had to make to get an