by Ivy Hughes | Sep 12, 2019 | Cancer grief, Depression after cancer, Depression and cancer, Suicide, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
I have struggled with crippling depression since I was, I don’t know, four? But it wasn’t until I was in the midst of cancer treatments that I came to terms with the fact that my life might just be better if I surrender to Big Pharma and take some goddamn...
by Ivy Hughes | Aug 30, 2019 | Cancer grief, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer
Thanks to Scary Mommy for posting this one.
by Ivy Hughes | Aug 7, 2019 | Cancer grief, Cancer ruins relationships, Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids after cancer, Relationships after cancer, Survivorship, Women empowerment
People are kind, life is good. Hold onto this for a second before you flash your middle finger. For various reasons, this past week absolutely leveled numerous friends of mine. One after another is dealing with heavy heartbreak, death, loss, physical injuries,...
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 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....
