Last week, I had my first oncology follow-up that involved zero anxiety. It felt so damn good, I had to take a moment to remind myself that I might be busy, but I'm not busy being sick or thinking that I'm sick or recovering from anything, and that feels freaking fantastic…

It’s almost scan week. This used to happen every three months, but recently, I graduated to every six months, which technically gives me more time to panic when I feel a strange pain. But yet, something magical happened recently. I felt a deep pain in my residual limb, and, well, I didn’t panic…

There is a global IT outage currently affecting airlines, banks, and airports. A tragic humanitarian crisis is playing out in Gaza. I just scheduled my next oncology scans, and as I write this, we are still unsure if we actually have a democratic candidate for the 2024 US elections. There are plenty of things one could be worried about or even stressed about…

When new amputees and cancer survivors are in the thick of healing, every day can feel endless. Progress happens so slowly that it can be easy to spiral in an afternoon if you don't have enough tasks to keep yourself preoccupied…

July is Disability Pride Month, and as an amputee who not only lives with a disability daily but blogs about it, makes connections with others because of it, and does her best to rise above the struggles that come along with it, I feel qualified to unpack what it means to me…

Many of my favorite online creators have recently voiced their frustration with strangers asking for their limb loss stories. You've heard me say it before, but I'm going to say it again because some people in the back haven't heard us yelling and still think it's OK to have us relive our trauma to satisfy their morbid curiosity…

Today, I was reminded that when you pretend a problem isn't a problem, it grows roots and ruins your plumbing. What I mean is that we're often so busy dealing with the most obvious, in-our-face issues that we neglect the smaller things by not acknowledging them as something of concern…

As I find myself once again waiting for a doctor to sign a document so my prosthetist can begin to make me a test socket that may or may not fit me correctly, I cannot help but think of how often I've had to be patient over the last ten years. I am easily irritated by red street lights, and I cannot stand how long a frozen lasagna takes to cook in the oven, but here is a list of things I waited ages for that would drive most people insane…

In true Gemini fashion, I started celebrating my birthday over a month ago with a girl's trip to Scottsdale, which mainly consisted of belly laughs, salty margaritas, and too many outfit changes to count. Back in early May, under the Arizona sun, I felt grateful to be surrounded by my closest friends and for the ability to walk down Whiskey Row without my prosthetic leg failing me- although it did beep low battery on the dance floor of a rowdy club one night. Here I was, turning forty, an age that most women are taught to dread. But I'm still alive and "kicking," so who am I to complain about reaching middle age? …

One early morning in June, my Mom, who looked like she'd just swallowed a watermelon (I've seen the photos), was rushing my father to the car for a reckless drive over the Miami Beach bridge to reach Mercy Hospital in Coconut Grove. She didn't know if I'd be a boy or a girl, but she knew she'd love me despite being beyond surprised to learn I existed…

I interrupt your regular scheduled disability and cancer survivorship programming to bring you this timely explanation of a recently discovered form of therapy, consisting of listening to a Taylor Swift Album from start to finish and repeating as needed…