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This is the best boy in his favorite place doing his favorite thing. The way he would jaunt up and down the lane at the lake would make us smile every single time. He was a dog, yes. But he was also probably the only being that saw every single side of me. He snuggled me in bed the days I laid there and cried, out of pain or sheer exhaustion. He looked at me confused when I popped out of bed acting like I was fine because I didn't want the family member that just got home to

This weekend I did a thing for the first time ever! Inspired by a breastie-bestie friend’s facebook...

I've been procrastinating on writing this post. Like, really procrastinating. It's not that things are going horribly or that there's...

The last few weeks have been kind of rough. I've been very fuzzy-headed, almost continuously nauseous (not enough to vomit, thankfully,...

Round three of chemo hit harder, but I finally feel like I'm coming out of my haze of blurred thoughts, fatigue and nausea. It's a really...

Those who know me, know I’m a bit of a hippie. I’m a hippie that likes designer shoes. It’s called balance. I recycle everything I can....

I've been trying to really take one day at a time. All of the treatment plans are overwhelming looked at as a group, and while we have an...