Anniversaries are weird. I don’t mean the marrying kind, I mean the cancer kind. “Cancerversaries” as some call them. One year ago, I heading to the hospital to do my lung biopsy, making a dinosaur out of pipe cleaners for the doctor, thinking everything was fine. The next thing I know, I’m overwhelmed with surgery and treatment and stages and everything else. It’s been a lot to go through this past year. The reason I say it is weird is that I feel I’ve grown and changed and adapted, but I have so much more to go through. I’m a little over a quarter ofRead More →

I hate latex. I hate going to the ER. I hate that I can’t go places without the (very real) fear of a reaction. I hate that my body thinks latex is going to kill me. I hate that my body tries to kill me because it thinks latex is going to kill me. I hate that latex is in everything. I hate that latex is everywhere. I hate the after effects of a reaction when I don’t use Epi. I hate the after effects of using an Epi. I hate taking prednisone after a reaction. I hate that if I don’t take prednisone, IRead More →