Cancer has changed, and so have I. Life goes on, even becomes normal again. I refused to let cancer wreck my party. There are just too many cool things to do and plan and live for.

Find your bliss and your joy, know that you are a white light disco ball with no ceilings and no limitations.

Love is healing. Love is comforting. Love is holy. Food can be all those things, too.

While I may never be in remission from cancer, I am currently in remission from an unhealthy relationship to food.

Every time I see a cardinal, I know my grandmother is with me. This regal, red bird was Grandma's favorite.

Folks are like plants; we all lean towards the light.

Eventually cancer becomes just another annoying thing that you deal with, you know, like cellulite.