moms with cancer
“She needed to talk about it, and my husband and I never tried to censor her.”
If you don’t do all that crazy-busy stuff — even because you don’t have the energy or the white blood cells to lift yourself off the couch — it makes you feel like a bad mom
I did not tell my daughter because she was too young to understand. She just thought I had a funny/bad haircut.
I said yes, not realizing it would mean I’d end up in pink snakeskin pants and 5-inch Nicole Miller heels, rocking out to Nirvana and sipping Champagne in Manhattan photography studio.
I’m a worrier, an awfulizer, and I had a hard time keeping it in the moment.