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How Can I Help?
Every text, every voicemail, every card that said “let me know what you need” went unanswered. Not because I wasn’t grateful. Because I was too exhausted to tell someone how to help me. This post is for everyone who wants to show up for someone with a cancer diagnosis but doesn’t know where to start. Stop asking. Start doing.
Scared Shitless and Suited Up: My First Day of Chemo
Nobody tells you what it actually feels like to walk into your first chemotherapy appointment. The brave face. The crew you brought because your brain checks out when the doctors start talking. The bestie introducing herself to every stranger in the waiting room. The Benadryl that knocked you out cold. And the week that followed where Thanksgiving came and went and you barely left the bed. This is what day one actually looked like.
The Exhale: Learning to Trust God in the Waiting
The appointment was scheduled. The conflict was real. And the anxiety? It showed up right on time. What they don't always tell you about life after a cancer diagnosis is that the fear doesn't clock out once treatment begins. It follows you into waiting rooms, scheduling conflicts, and the quiet moments when a technician walks back through that door. This is what the faith walk actually looks like beyond the diagnosis.
Reclaiming My Beauty After Cancer: The Limiting Belief That Silenced My Confidence
When Your Life Shifts in One Phone Call
A Life Well Lived and Commandments Well Kept
My Reasons for Brokenness in Miscarriage
❗*EMOTIONAL TRIGGER WARNING* ❗
I am coming to you as naked as I know how with this post.
While writing, I realized my therapy journey is working. I am not as emotionally triggered as I would have been some years ago. I have FINALLY come to the realization I was in a full blown depression.
Kicking off #NationalMaternalDepressionAwarenessMonth, I want to share what triggered my depression. Maternal depression is something I speak about because it’s therapeutic for me to help another woman or family not feel as isolated as I felt in this journey.
I have had my fair share of miscarriages.
And it took me (or rather it is still taking me) over 13 years to realize I’m not broken. Why would women who had miscarriages think they’re broken? Let’s dive into the reasons why… Click the link in my bio to read the reasons why I felt broken in this blog post!