
Not Done Loving
I can’t remember the last time I missed a minute of the Super Bowl, but here I am on this particularly freezing second Sunday in
Navigating dual primary cancer—one step, one rep, one breath at a time.
by Alli Houseworth

I can’t remember the last time I missed a minute of the Super Bowl, but here I am on this particularly freezing second Sunday in

When I thought about writing this post I imagined it would be long, exciting, and full of detail—a big momentous step in the process I’d

I wake up. I don’t know where I am. Someone hands me my glasses. I put them on. I see. A nurse. “You’ve just come

We’re moving into the next block (tissue expander to implant swap surgery), which means it’s time to get back to boobs. Which is objectively more

“I don’t think we spend enough time talking about ‘left of surviving’,” My Unlikely Friend said. I don’t exactly remember when this conversation of ours

I am officially done with my first set of chemo and, all things considered, I think it went well. Or… as well as chemo can

OK, so, “How did you tell people” isn’t a frequently asked question but it is one I was asked last week—and I realized it’s a

I’m sitting at a two-top table at a Mexican restaurant in Charlottesville, Virginia with my co-worker Ben, housing chips and guac while he tells me

Yesterday, Tuesday, May 19th, 2026, was my last infusion day of this round of chemo and, because I am a bit of a data nerd,

Looking forward to surgery because it feels like a fucking break. Having people you wouldn’t even have even really called a friend six months ago
Navigating dual primary cancer—one step, one rep, one breath at a time.