New Normal
The Women In My Family Don’t Cry
They are outspoken, intelligent, independent, unapologetically themselves, and strong… but what does “strong” mean anyway?
September 15, 2021
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They are outspoken, intelligent, independent, unapologetically themselves, and strong… but what does “strong” mean anyway?
There is space for those who want children, those who want children and can’t have them, and those who unequivocally know that parenthood isn’t for them. What about those of us who are right in the middle?
This vlog describes my five year (failed) infertility journey prior to diagnosis of MBC at age 31.
Every year parents struggle to hold back tears as they drop off their children for their first day of kindergarten. The truth is, it’s harder for us parents than it is for the kids, but what about the moms who have survived breast cancer
My goal in life is to leave a legacy for my children to be proud of
Being newly diagnosed, it’s perfectly normal for you to have countless questions. Discuss all the available treatments with your oncologist, ask about all the pros and cons, and establish a goal.
Adjusting when it feels like all is taken from you. From being in control to finding peace.
Amongst all the good times, the #baddies also came to handle business. We spent a full day learning and strategizing so that we can all contribute to expanding the reach of For the Breast of Us. It was a great time bouncing ideas off one another, learning of each other’s strengths and areas of interest, and committing to work together to ensure that other women get to experience For the Breast of Us. We entered as strangers, but we left as sisters.
After just one day with these women, it felt as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I was stripped of the armor I seemed to wear daily. The armor of the strong mother and daughter, the wife who was rediscovering her sexuality, the strong black woman at work .. even the model Breast Cancer thriver. Amongst that group of amazing women, I got to shed these layers, bare my soul, and eventually bare parts of my body that others often take to represent the extent of our journeys.
