The enrollment period for the Affordable Care Act has been cut in half and advertising is non-existent. In addition, so-called “navigators,” who help guide persons through the enrollment process, are scarce.
After being diagnosed with a benign brain tumor the size of a golf ball, which caused unsteady footing, dizziness and eventual strokes, Annalee Orsulich set out to recreate a potion she once drank while studying herbal medicine in Brazil.
When it comes to information about my condition, I don’t want story – I want science! Seeing the screen myself, I was able to integrate the doctor’s reporting with actual numbers along with visuals.
Making arrangements for what happens to one’s body after death is difficult, but, once complete, the feeling is liberating.
A friend sent me this question: “What would the You of today tell the ‘pre-Head On, Heart Strong’ You? Here goes.
I wonder what kinds of questions are on your mind about my Stage IV breast cancer experience: diagnoses, treatments, loss, end-of-life, appointments, mint chocolate chip milkshakes (#obsessed), daily life et cetera? Here are some questions that I’ve received from friends.
“I don’t want to say the wrong thing,” people confess when I run into them in town. Or, “Don’t focus on… that [dying]…stay positive and you’ll get through!” I get it.
One of my doctors asked if I have a list of things I’d like to do or see before I pass. To her surprise, I responded immediately: “Yes! I want to clean out my basement!”
It’s not everyone’s way, not everyone’s choice. And I resist offering advice now, more than ever. What might be a throwaway conversation to me could be a real curveball to you. My goal is simply to See You and to Hear You before sharing myself.
Liver mets. I am not shocked by this new development; it’s what Stage IV breast cancer does: It eventually spreads to lungs, liver and/or brain.