Mommy. Wife. Writer. Editor. Daughter. Friend. Sister. Christian. Human.
All of these roles are now forced to share space with an unwelcome and very demanding co-star: Cancer. It started in my colon and metastasized to my peritoneum, meaning I was literally “upstaged” (from stage IIB to stage IV), an apt metaphor for the way cancer shoves everything else aside when it makes its rude entrance.
So far it’s been dodging all the knives and poisons thrown its way.
This isn’t how I wrote the script in my head, dammit. But I trust the greatest Author of all.