by Admin | May 10, 2019 | Breast Cancer, Maggie Card
“My cancer journey was not about facing death. It was about being truthful about my life. What had fallen apart? Who had I become? What was I holding onto? Did I have the safety, support, and security to face life after cancer? Did I want to face life without...
by Maggie Van Duyn | Sep 24, 2018 | Breast Cancer, Cancer, Death, Progression, Uncategorized
Inquiring minds want to know and I want to let the cat out of the bag so here’s what’s going on with my cancer treatment . My last CT scan on August 16th, 2018 was not good. My cancer continues to spread. The left lobe of my liver is almost completely covered with...
by Maggie Van Duyn | Jun 16, 2018 | Breast Cancer, Cancer, Children
I have a guest writer this week. I asked this author if I could publish her piece of work and after balking, she demanded I double her allowance for payment and then gave me full publication rights. I’m publishing this poem because I think it’s important...
by Maggie Van Duyn | Jun 1, 2018 | #maggiesbrightside, Breast Cancer, Fundraising, Maggie Card, Making Lemonade
Holy Moly Brightsiders! Making Lemonade really blew my socks off. I’m not going to go into the gritty details, because, well you should come and find out for yourself next time. But let’s just say we all gleaned some insight from a fine sommelier courtesy of Vermont...
by Maggie Van Duyn | Apr 3, 2018 | Breast Cancer, Legacy List, Making Lemonade, Metastatic Disease, Positive thinking
Spoiler alert: Nobody knows how the universe works. I know. You thought I was going to give you the key to the city. Sorry. At the beginning of March, I learned that my liver lesions had decreased in size by practically 50%! This is huge! The doctors have never given...
by Maggie Van Duyn | Feb 26, 2018 | Breast Cancer, Metastatic Disease, Scanxiety, Stage IV
I have four blog posts started and unfinished because I can’t get my head on straight. Anyone else feel unsettled? I know it’s not just me. I’ve got this weight of pending business sitting on my chest. It’s anxiety, I’m sure, but due to what? My life contains such a...
