To a kid, growth means getting bigger, stronger and finally being allowed to stay up late. As of late, the word brings up mixed emotions..

6 years ago I was a newly married cancer survivor who still had two legs. I was a dog Mom to Jack Daniels, a sweet, snaggletoothed Havanese dog…

Life has been moving at such a rapid pace lately that I missed my 6-month ampuversary. Yes, you read that right, ampuversary…

In honor of Sarcoma Awareness Month, I want to share some common threads found amongst those whose lives have been affected by cancer. If you know and love someone who has dealt with or is dealing with cancer, you may be surprised to learn that it’s the simple things that give us the support we need…

There was a time when I thought that my pain, both physical and spiritual would be it's worst during those first few weeks after surgery…

At 6 months post-op, I felt ready to start some sort of work out routine but just couldn't figure out where to begin. The truth is I've been scared…

I remember how I would always say " I have nothing to wear!" and insist on shopping for basically every event, big or small. If I only knew then how much more complicated my relationship with clothing would become…

We found our next home, we packed up everything we own. I thought the hard part was over...

When our landlord informed me that he planned to put the house we are renting up for sale, I immediately panicked. "I am only a few months post-op! I am not ready for all that moving entails…

Did I ever think that I would be sitting around 5 months post-amputation without a prosthetic of my own? Not in my wildest dreams...

I cannot pinpoint the exact moment I realized that I am disabled. At the hospital, I was more focused on how to manage my nerve pain and being thankful that I was alive and cancer-free…