by Ivy Hughes | Jul 15, 2019 | Dating after cancer, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Relationships after cancer
I am and have been many things, a liar has never been one of them. Unfortunately, the affect that I seem to have on people these days makes me want to learn how to lie. When I spend time with a new person, the beast of a story that I’m working through shotguns any...
by Ivy Hughes | Jul 12, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Surviving cancer, Your body after cancer
For the first time in my life, I spend very few hours of the day thinking about my body. I’m not sure if this is a good or a bad thing, an even, or an or. It’s just a fact. I think about my posture and holding it appropriately, but that awareness developed way before...
by Ivy Hughes | Jul 2, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Mindfulness, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer, Survivorship, Uncategorized
Most weekday mornings at my house start with a boob search party. “Boys,” I say. “Help me find my boobs.” “Mama, boob. Mama boob,” says Ryder as he squats down to look under my bed. “Hmmmm,” says Loren, following his mother’s verbal thought cues. My two year olds are...
by Ivy Hughes | Jun 22, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Mindfulness, Relationships after cancer, Survivorship, Women empowerment
If I could put the love that I feel for the women in my life into a capsule and get any guy to swallow it, I would silver platter myself the perfect partner. With the exception of romantic love, the women in my life tick every love box any psychologist anywhere could...
by Ivy Hughes | Jun 19, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer
I would like to know if the two assholes who coined the phrase, “stages of grief,” have ever experienced the sewage that is grief, piles and piles of shit slopping onto an already overwhelmed hill only to avalanche into a sticky, suffocating, crystalized pile of slop....
