Maggie’s Brightside Blog
If you can’t laugh at yourself….
The music of Michael Franti and Spearhead have punctuated and embellished the monumental moments in my life for the past 14 years. They were there on the day that my husband, Jim, and I met and Jim tried to get my number while I assured him that his friends had it if...
You might be jealous of my life. I post on Instagram and Facebook and Snapchat about all of the amazing things I get to do. I go on vacation. I go to concerts. My children are adorable and fun and very photogenic.There is no invitation to live fabulously. It’s a choice, and I make it every day.
Last week I asked you to join me in the power of positive thinking and you did. You all willingly boarded my crazy train and showed me that there is truth in the combined power of positivity. I used to take this class, or talk to these people, or read these books or...
The moral of this story is that when I thought the worst, it wasn’t so bad. When I thought the best, I got bad news. But here’s the real lesson: Cancer doesn’t give a shit about my feelings.
In the checkout line today the cashier told me she liked my haircut. I couldn’t leave it at thank you. Nope. Not me. I did say thank you, but as a spirited over sharer, I had to also divulge that this wasn’t a haircut. That I have cancer and my hair is growing out.
I’m so excited about my hair! I know you are too. It’s growing! I can *almost* run my fingers through it. Yes. Go ahead, touch it. It’s so soft.
Metastatic Disease or Stage IV Breast Cancer is breast cancer that has spread to distant parts of the body. A metastatic diagnosis can happen to anyone, at any time.
I started a running program today because I’m badass. If there is one thing I’ve learned, it’s that worrying about what might happen doesn’t change what happens, it only ruins what’s happening right now.
Dear Primary Care Physician, I've been meaning to write you for a while. I first had the urge to reach out in November of 2014 when I arrived home from the hospital after giving birth to a baby that wasn't even mine, as I had been a gestational surrogate for a friend....