Hark! Is that a death rattle I hear, trembling the dark wood around me? Nope. ‘Tis the phlegm from thy chest cold shaking the bed frame as I hack up another loogie. A midwinter cold has claimed yet another Kleenex which shroud thy bedclothes like moguls on ski slopes in thy feverish dreams. Okay, so... Continue Reading →
h Shy of three weeks into 2017, I thought I'd check in and let you know how The Year of the Big Chill is going. It's all about working hard, but playing harder. Little did I know these lifestyle changes would affect me in a different way. It banished a horrible side effect of my anti-cancer... Continue Reading →
Three months ago, I made a doctor's appointment and I waited and waited and waited. Ever wonder why?
Welcome to the premier issue of Wild Rider Magazine including discoveries from around the web, tips, hacks and a sweet recipe.
The first Sunday in June is National Cancer Survivor Day. I first heard about it through Facebook when Lynn Kelley posted a photo from a get-together in California. August McLaughlin “embellished” this photo when I had a double boobectomy (mastectomies) in 2013. Lynn Kelley, me, Debra Eve, August McLaughlin, and Debra Kristi. Four thoughts hit me... Continue Reading →
Hey, Wild Riders! How was your weekend? Would you take a pill that dissolved bone? You’ve seen the commercials. Almost every drug has side-effects. My oncologist switched me from Tamoxifen, which can cause uterine cancer to Anastrozole, which breaks down bone. You can imagine I’ve been more than a little concerned. I picture a vinegar-like... Continue Reading →
This was my first run of the day. I stood on the edge of the mountain and looked down. As everyone dropped in, they disappeared into the cloud. I freaked. Then I had a flashback to my heli-ski trip.
After being diagnosed with breast cancer, all doctor appointments become a big deal especially since the drugs I’ve been on have side effects. It can be terrifying. Last week, I went to an OB/GYN appointment and a wrist and knee follow-up. I worried they all could go south, like in the Deep South of hell... Continue Reading →
Dear Left Hand, I am sincerely sorry for falling on you and breaking one of Wrist’s bones. It was painful. What might have been worse was the relief I felt when realizing your superior twin, Right Hand didn’t break, because it’s like my, never mind. You have been in a rivalry since birth, but that... Continue Reading →