Grace+Cancer+Covid = Grancvid

Pop. Six. Squish. I can hear Velma Kelly singing “she had it coming.” Well folks, I finally got Covid. I had a good run. 2.5 years of evading the enemy. 18 of those months were spent in an elementary school surrounded by the germiest of the germies, grade school kids, and I still never got…

The Good Place

I think we can all agree that things have been pretty bleak in our world recently. The Russian invasion of Ukraine, Uvalde, the oncoming attack on women’s reproductive rights and so much more make for a depressing nonstop news cycle. I do my best to separate myself from these large and looming issues, as I…

Wormhole

Living in Cancertown brings with it some of the oddest realities. The way you existed and understood everyday life is blown to smithereens. What is up is now down, what is red is blue. No one really ever talks about these changes. You are expected to encounter them and simply get on board. Example 1:…

The Cancer 15

Name a woman who doesn’t have a complicated relationship with her body. I’ll wait. It all started when I was a chubby little girl. My dad referred to me, in his speech at my wedding, as a “cherubic” child. I remember listening to my pediatrician say that if my parents didn’t get me involved in…

Corpus

I hope not to offend as I write about my body on Easter weekend. I get that there is a much bigger headliner for body stuff this time of year. I did attend 8 years of Catholic school, after all (consider me long lapsed at this point). The amalgamation of Easter and AC chemo #4…

Ativan-cements

As I have finished 3/4 of the extra-evil part of my chemo regime, I feel confident giving it a rating of 0 out of 5 stars and a solid 1/10. I am willing to give it a 1 instead of a zero because it is ostensibly ridding me of cancer which deserves a point. As…

Babes in Cancerland

I have been thinking about writing this post for a while now, but dreading it because the reality is too harsh. I think it is time to talk about my kids and how they are handling Greg & Co. We have three kids ages 13, 11 and 8. 7th, 6th and 2nd grade. I am…

Clean Margins

When my surgeon called to say that the surgical margins were clean she sounded so relieved. She admitted that she had been holding her breath. Same girl. I have started and re-started this sentence many times because it is hard to make anything in this cancery odyssey finite, but I should be done with cancer…

5 Years

5 years ago today I was diagnosed with invasive ductal carcinoma breast cancer. It seems both a billion years ago and like yesterday. As time has passed some of the details have started to fade. I can’t remember the names of certain tests or drugs, the post-op rules or even the names of important players….

Our Renaissance

In July there was an article in The New Yorker by Lawrence Wright about the new phenomenon of art and culture in Renaissance Italy. It arose from the ashes of the horrific ‘Black Death’ plague in the Middle Ages. Let me reiterate that– we needed THE PLAGUE to grow the artistic bounty of our pals…

Cancer Influencer

Wow, I haven’t written since July! That feels wacky and wrong, and right and ugh, I don’t know. Let’s start with some updates on what life has been like over the last few months. I’ll also intersperse some photos from cancery things I’ve been doing recently. GRACE Documentary has taken on a life of its…

What the WHAT?!

LOOK LOOK LOOK! Grancer has reached a major milestone. We (and by ‘we,’ I mean me) have had over 100,000 visitors to this blog! That is bonkers. How am I going to write 100,000 holiday cards?!?! I say that because I feel like you guys are all my friends. You have to be my friends,…