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 | 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 | Life after breast cancer, Life after cancer, Relationships after cancer, Surviving cancer, Survivorship
I discredit pretty much every piece of advice that my parents give me. I discredit dad because his way of getting to Texas from Colorado is via Zanzibar. I discredit mom because she has feelings, many of them. After proving quite heartedly that my decision making...
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...
