To Wig or Not to Wig

To Wig or Not to Wig

It’s been six weeks since I shaved my head and though I’ve gotten used to the feeling of being bald, I still startle sometimes when I pass a mirror and wonder who that person is looking back. Be that as it may, I have not rushed out to wig up like I thought I would...
Happy Birthday to Me: A Gift from Mother Nature

Happy Birthday to Me: A Gift from Mother Nature

I spent my birthday camping near Gull Lake with my sister, my friend and my daughter. The last time I camped was around 2003 when my common-law husband and I loaded up his kids and mine and hauled his father’s trailer to Bield, Manitoba for my family reunion. I...
Drink Up: Beef Bone Broth FTW

Drink Up: Beef Bone Broth FTW

In preparation of the impending side effects I knew would come from chemo,  I ran myself ragged trying to keep on top of work deadlines and readying my kitchen to sustain me through the downtime. I was hoping to make a batch of bone broth but had run out of time. When...
Mind over Matter. Hope over Fear. Cupcakes over Chemo.

Mind over Matter. Hope over Fear. Cupcakes over Chemo.

When Dr. Olson told me that my breast cancer had a high rate of curability with chemo, my heart dropped. I should’ve felt joy or relief or gratitude…but all I felt was dread. “I know,” he said, “When you hear chemo, you think of sickly people with no hair.” Exactly....