October 14, 2019 One of the first things I did after getting over the shock of being diagnosed with microcystic adnexal carcinoma, was to create a Facebook group of girls I had told so I wouldn't feel like I was going through this alone. It's original purpose was to provide immediate support while Eliza was at University of Florida Homecoming and I couldn't "announce" in a post on Facebook. It has proven to be a constant source of comfort, inspiration and connection. This mor

October 9,2019 I can't tell you how many times I heard the word "unusual" and "uncommon" on Monday and Tuesday while interviewing doctors. These words do not comfort, but in my case they are accurate. What I have is apparently quite rare. The surgeon I saw yesterday is my age and has done 5 cases in his entire career, and he is "the man". The medical literature consists of a few articles with no conclusive treatment plan. Wide excision? MOHS? Radiation? These are big words th

October 6, 2019 I walked out of yoga on Wednesday night; warm, soaked, and yoga stoned. It was about 7:15 and I noticed a missed call from my surgeon's office. His message sounded rather formal. He asked me to call him on his cell. I wasn't loving the sound of that. I took myself out for a vanilla yogurt with rainbow sprinkles for dinner hoping it might sweeten the mood and buy me a few minutes to collect myself. I called Alan, "Should I be scared to call him back?" I left hi