Inspiration for “Letters to Eleanor”

A few short days after my second lumpectomy, we were off to Florida for our annual Walden Beach vacay (because my breast surgeon is super cool – also, maybe because I’m very persuasive but actually because I pinky swore not to swim in the ocean).

What a difference a year makes!

This time last August, I was here in Miramar, six days post-op from the second lumpectomy, and fully expecting to come home to the news that they’d gotten it all. Of course, and as happens so often to us all in this life, what I expected and what actually unfolded were two very different things….

The thank you note that’s impossible to write

This morning I wrote thank you notes. Lots of them. I filled an entire loose-leaf sheet of paper with the names of so many who have shown love and solidarity and thoughtfulness in just the way I needed it – without a trace of sympathy because #gross and just flat out no – pity has…

Love in the waiting

As I sit in my living room, with a homemade “Mommy, you rock” banner hanging from the mantel and heart-shaped Post-It notes across the hearth, I am humbled. Cards span from one end to the other, from friends down the street and from 700 miles to the East in our treasured sweet home Alabama. The…

A squish of prevention…

From behind her pink-goggled eyes, the little girl smiled up at me. With a swim float encircling her waist and an Esther Williams era bathing cap adorning her head, she had one message for me: “Do it for those who love you.” As I stood nervously in the x-ray room, that statement gave me a…