No. This is not me four days post double mastectomy/reconstruction. This is me on June 1, 2015 finishing my first bike ride since being diagnosed with cancer on December 16, 2013. I’m sharing this for it’s ironical factor. I’ve owned this jersey (with matching vest and arm warmers) for years having no idea that I carry the BRCA 1 gene putting me at high risk for both ovarian and breast cancer. Life is funny and ironical. I’m on the other side of the boob removal surgery. Not

It was February in Colorado, a cold and snowy month, when I last posted about my “Cancer Journey”. And, now, the sun is setting on this 5th of July. I spent the Holiday weekend being as physically busy as possible. Here I am with Ginger practicing our paddle board techniques. It’s been 10 weeks since my last chemotherapy infusion and in that time I’ve worked hard to get ready for the next phase of this thing called “my life”. Tomorrow I’m having a prophylactic double mastecto

Cancer: a disease that still invokes fear more than any other life-threatening illness.  We are afraid of what we don’t understand. We try to apply meaning. We try to make sense. We do this to feel in control. “How was it discovered?” is the most frequent question I’m posed since I was diagnosed. Which is often followed by, “What were your symptoms?” These are questions that look for answers to the ultimate question; am I at risk? am I going to get cancer? In one of my very f