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If I Had Known
Three Years Without Katey — October 11, 2026 Three years. I don’t know how that’s possible. Three years since my sister died. Three years since I lost my person. I’ve spent a lot of time lately looking back at our last conversations. Reading old text messages, remembering those final days, and wondering how I didn’t…
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We Walked for Me. We Walked for Katey.
Today was my very first Susan G. Komen MORE THAN PINK Walk in Charlotte. And what a day it was! The weather actually cooperated for the most part. We got rained on during the opening ceremony and a little during the walk, but thankfully, the rain held off for most of the morning. We had…
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The Great Bathtub Mystery: Somebody Shit in My Tub
An unsolved mystery, six suspects, one suspicious dog, a possible burglar, and two changes of underwear. I swear, you cannot make this shit up. And in this particular story, I mean that literally. I’ve debated whether I should even share this because some things probably ought to stay within the walls of your own home.…
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The Tattoo I Almost Quit
About a month after my sister Katey passed away, I decided I wanted a tattoo for her. Not just something I picked off a wall. I knew exactly what I wanted it to mean, so I came up with the design myself and took my ideas to the tattoo artist. He drew it out, brought…
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Clear Scans… So Now What?
Today, I got the news I was desperately hoping for. My scans are clear. Those are four words I am incredibly grateful to be able to say. But getting to those four words took pretty much the entire damn day. And cancer has a funny way of making even really good news feel complicated. The…
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Breast MRI vs. Brain MRI
Today I had a brain MRI. And because apparently I now have enough MRI experience to rank them, I feel qualified to announce a winner. Or loser. Whichever one gets the title of Worst MRI Ever. Breast MRI. By a freaking landslide. The brain MRI today was a cakewalk compared to the breast MRI I…
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Dad, Simon & Garfunkel, and a Two-Hour Drive
Some families have road-trip playlists. My dad apparently had a road-trip curriculum. When we were kids, we camped on the St. Lawrence River pretty much every weekend during the summer. It was about a two-hour drive from home, so we spent a whole lot of time in the car together. And at some point, Dad…
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Eighteen Years. No Need to Wait for Twenty. ❤️
Today is our 18th wedding anniversary. Eighteen years of marriage. Eighteen years of loving each other, driving each other absolutely crazy, laughing at things that probably aren’t funny to anyone else, and somehow continuing to choose each other through it all. I almost didn’t write about our anniversary. I thought, Maybe I’ll wait until twenty…
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The Letter I Almost Kept Ignoring
Because of my sister, I made sure I got my mammogram every year. And over the years, I had my fair share of abnormal ones. You know the letter. We saw something abnormal. We need you to come back for additional imaging. So I’d go back. Three different times, I went through the whole routine…
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Three Nights. What Could Go Wrong?
We decided to take a little three-night camping trip. Thursday to Sunday. Just a few days away. Sit by the fire, relax, get away from everything for a bit. What could possibly go wrong? Apparently, quite a bit. We couldn’t leave Thursday until after my Signatera blood draw. The phlebotomist was coming to the house,…