Navigating dual primary cancer—one step, one rep, one breath at a time.
by Alli Houseworth
Look. Something goes wrong, blame the dog, right? This is my theory: my dog gave me cancer. Two cancers. Absurd! Here’s the thing about this
Greetings from another week of chemo ass-kicking. This time, we got the nausea under control. Incredible win. (It only took 10 billion meds—by which I
Taking an unbelievable amount of prescription meds when you used to barely take Ibuprofen or cold meds in the Beforetimes. Your mom asking which chemo
It’s 3:45am. I’ve been lying in bed, wide awake, for 30 minutes. All I can think about is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I
TL;DR (because I love bodies and this post is going to get a little long and a little nerdy) Here’s what I’m working on in
“But you’re so young! Why you have a cancer problem?!” my nurse Kyoung asked as she hooked my port up to that day’s iron infusion.
I wasn’t sure how to start this one—until my brother reminded me of the classic Mike Tyson quote: Everyone has a plan until they get
Going into a grocery store two days after you get your port placed – and for the first time since before your surgery – and
My best friend asked me if I remembered coming out of anesthesia for my breast surgery. I do. I remember the nurses talking about travel.
A week and a half before my chemo began, I had a 90-minute one-on-one teaching session with a nurse practitioner named Jen from my colorectal
Navigating dual primary cancer—one step, one rep, one breath at a time.
