It’s been twelve years since that one memorable cold and miserable Febraury night when I met my guy. I met him in the”last place on Earth he would be,” that is his quote – a dance club in Prague. It was 80s night, but not to worry, not Czech communist 80’s, but the real deal […]
It’s been twelve years since that one memorable cold and miserable Febraury night when I met my guy. I met him in the”last place on Earth… Read more “Our tenth anniversary”
The last week of January there was yet another day dedicated to doctor’s visits. I have never in my life seen so many doctors, visited so many… Read more “My battle plan, cancer I will tackle you”
The fourth week with my diagnosis of breast cancer was tough. I got scared, yet again. This time I got scared because of my impending surgery. The… Read more “Surgery and the cancer’s out”
We are a bilingual household. Since the birth of our little guy we are using the OPOL method (one parent one language). I am the master of… Read more “Our little bilingual guy”
It’s been three weeks since my diagnosis. Our life changed not only with the cooking and juicing, but also with our everyday thinking. It is still up and… Read more “Third week with breast cancer”
Second week with breast cancer is behind us. I am slowly but surely changing into a red beet. I wouldn’t be shocked if they would take a… Read more “Our new “normal””
Our first week with after my diagnosis of breast cancer.
At the beginning of December, on my birthday I gave myself a very peculiar gift. I found a lump in my right breast. A little round, pea sized, lump. My breath stopped by the idea, by the feeling, by the enormity of it.