by Ivy Hughes | Sep 12, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins
“Where is your shoe?” “Yeah.” “Seriously. Where is your shoe? There’s one over there and there’s one over there. Both lefties, one a sandal, one a tennis shoe. Where are the other ones?” “Yeah!” Thus began the twenty minute search to find two matching pairs of shoes...
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 | Jul 20, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins
What would you do if one of your roommates took a deuce in the middle of the floor of the most sacred room in your house—your bedroom? Take it off of their rent? Stop cooking for them? Refuse to do their laundry? For the last few weeks, I have started or concluded...
by Ivy Hughes | Jun 19, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Raising twins, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
My twin two year olds are teaching me a hell of a lot about how I speak, specifically how I use curse words. This started last weekend the YMCA of the Rockies’ pool. As I was pulling into the parking lot, I said, “Oh damn” about something—who knows—and the backseat...
by Ivy Hughes | Jun 1, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Raising kids, Raising kids after cancer, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
In February 2019, I wrote an email to my lawyer saying that I wanted to give up all rights to my children. I felt like I was being pushed out of their lives emotionally, I felt incapable of being anything they would ever look up to, I was heartbroken every two weeks...
by Ivy Hughes | May 12, 2019 | Life after breast cancer, Raising kids, Relationships after cancer, Surviving cancer, Survivorship, Women
I view my mother as this superpower whose energy and love sort of hold my life together. No matter where I’ve traveled or lived or what kinds of crazy assed schemes I’ve come up with, my mother’s love has been my container. She contains so that I can live, so that I...
