Peachy Comeback

 It’s wild to think about the unexpected situations and decisions we so quickly find ourselves in. “Do I want to save my hair while going through chemo” is one such question I and far too many women have asked themselves.  I elected to let my hair release. This decision was made mostly because I don’t have thick hair to begin with. The thought of going through the effort to keep it, only to end up with a sprig or two was a chance I didn’t have the eagerly to take.  My good friend faced the exact same question a few years after me. She elected to go with cold capping and preserved her hair throughout her entire course of chemotherapy treatment for breast cancer. Wow! I mean, I just think this is so awesome! My goal in having an in depth conversation with her about her experience is to create more relatable, real-life content and support for women who may be asking themselves the very same question right now. Watching my friend’s strength through this journey has been so in...

 Peachy Comeback Episode 6 What a privilege talking with my sister, Ashley Jones, on the Peachy Comeback. In this episode of the Peachy Comeback, Ashley and I talk about the importance of care and recovery during breast cancer. We talk through what it’s like as a patient and what it’s like as a caregiver following a double mastectomy surgery. How do you prepare for a double mastectomy surgery? The process of preparing for a surgery can feel overwhelming and exhausting. Here are four tips to help get you feeling better prepared. Steps To Get Ready For A Double Mastectomy Surgery Recovery 1. Volunteer someone to take care of you. Seriously, friend. Now is not the time to be an independent warrior. Ask for help and have a trusted person in your life be available to be with you at all times for at least the first several days. Help with simple things like getting up and down from a chair or bed is so important and really helps the recovery process not feel so daunting. 2. Have lots of ...

 We spent Halloween weekend at the beach this year. Halloween always conjures up, no pun intended,  specific memories in my mind because I was diagnosed with breast cancer around this time in 2020. Also an election year. Heaven help us. This year, the feelings felt extra fresh. As I sat on the sand watching the sun go down, yes, it was idyllic, I couldn't shake the feeling of how drastically different my life was just a few short years ago. Scared and sad were the first words that come to mind.  The emotions settled quite heavily as I drifted from thinking about my own experience to thoughts of a dear friend newly embarking on this journey. A journey no one signs up for. At the time of my diagnosis, it was almost impossible to see an end in sight. The idea of 18 + weeks of treatment, procedures, and more treatment if needed, terrified me. I wanted so badly to be done before I even got started. As a kid, my mom would read stories to me out of, what I remember to be fantast...

 How I Found It A good friend recently asked me if I had read Jessica Simpson’s memoir. I hadn’t. Mostly because I didn’t know about it. Lately, I’m not up to date on the good reads. My excuse? “I’m too busy getting kicked in the pants by all that is this life.” Weak excuse. Must work on that. Well, “Read it,” she said. See, we grew up in the 2000’s pop culture. Jessica Simpson represented everything a girl wants: mind boggling beauty, a dream boat boyfriend, and her own castle. At least, that covers the basics.  Preparing for a much overdue vacation, I put it at the top of my reading list. Historically, I am a self help book reader, however, I’m fully aware that vacation mode doesn’t exactly scream, “10 Steps To Be A Better You.” This book was the perfect fit. Mission accomplished. Words to describe it:  Fascinating, Honest, Funny What I Liked The Most I appreciate how she shares her struggles with self destructing habits. All of us have them, and we all have an appetite...

"Don't fear your weakness....be afraid of those moments when you think you're independently strong." The caption of my morning devotional from Paul David Tripp, New Morning Mercies. Personal confession, I absolutely loath, despise, hate, cringe, die on the inside, when asked a question I don't have an answer to. It makes me feel weak and incompetent. Please don't roll your eyes. This is a confession and a judgment free zone. You feel? The author goes on to list all the things that can make us feel weak, and I identified with almost everything on the list. But oddly enough, I found comfort in the fact that everyone has something, that one thing, that fleshes our own personal vulnerability or weakness.  Feeling or actually being weak isn't a problem. That's normal for everyone. It's more about being self aware and proactively processing the felling or situation. Three take aways... and yes, they are free today. I'm not the only one. Could say mor...

 Today, I went for my 6th Kadcyla infusion. 8 to go. After getting my port flushed and hooked up, the nurse took me to a room where I would see my oncologist before going in for the infusion.  (By they way, I hope there is some wonderful soul out there finding a way to flavor whatever they use to flush a port. I think it’s a saline rinse? I mean, gag! Absolutely terrible. My secret? Hold my breath and look away. The nurse invariably asks, “Sweetie, are you okay?” I shake my head silently, usually give a thumbs up, because after all, I’m holding my breath and not talking. Then, once I’m convinced the taste is gone or turning blue, which ever comes first, I breathe again. That’s my working method until they come up with a chardonnay flavored rinse!) My oncologist came in and sat down on a nearby swivel stool. We started chatting about how I’m tolerating the treatment. Thankfully, it’s going oaky so far. He said something to the effect of, “so, you think we can do this?” “Absolut...

Tomorrow I report for breast cancer chemo treatment #6. Lord willing, it will be the last.  As I lay here in bed trying to fall sleep, clearly not a task I’m succeeding in at that moment, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. I remember the first visit with my oncologist where he laid out my treatment plan. To start, “you’ll be having 6 rounds of chemo every 3 weeks.” I’m not great at math, but it didn’t take me long to get to 18. It sounded like an E-T-E-R-N-I-T-Y. I was terrified.  Now, somehow, here I am. On the other side of 18 weeks. Did I really make it to the other side?  Nothing about the past 18 weeks has been fun or easy. It also hasn’t been as bad as my imagination told me it could be. Grace, good medicine, a fabulous oncologist, and support team I feel undeserving of have escorted me on this journey. They get the credit for getting me to the other side.  Grace has bolstered me when darkness has clouded my mind.  Good medicine, oh man, it’s kept from making...