About Me

The aim of my blog is to help women through the tough journeys we may experience in our lives, especially as they pertain to grief and breast cancer. 

In early 2020, I lost my youngest son who was globally disabled and one of the greatest lights in my life. It has been the most difficult thing I've experienced in my life. Then, in the summer of 2020, I received the news that the breast cancer I had in both 2012 and 2016 had returned. This time, as invasive cancer. 

So if you're interested in sharing this journey, or if you're going through trying times of your own, I hope that my experiences will help you feel less alone. While I never want other women to grieve the loss of their children or the loss of their lives as they once knew them to be, I also understand it helps to share our challenges and feelings with one another. 


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