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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

Ambiguous Loss

Flight. Fight. Flee. There are no other choices when confronted with trauma, with a dangerous and life threatening situation. Each occurrence elicits a unique reaction. Each reaction has its own flow of consequences. The difference between living to tell the tale or becoming a cautionary one. However, what happens when the events affect us because […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

Mom, I still miss you…

It’s been two years without you and I can’t still believe you are gone, trapped between my intangible memories and the great beyond. Two years of wishing and hoping you’d come through the door and yell “surprise, I’m here!”, returning the color to my gray toned existence. An eternity of unwritten texts, calls and conversations […]

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Adulting Etiquette F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

10 Things You Should Never Say or Do to a Terminally Ill Cancer Warrior and Their Family

Not sure what to say or do to a family battling cancer or any terminal illness? Look no further! After dealing with canned responses during my mom’s convalescence and funeral, I decided to put together a list of do’s and don’ts. It is our family’s hope that sharing these faux pas will avoid others pain, […]

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F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

My First Christmas Without Her

No birthday calls. No running through the airport to meet her at the wrong terminal. No cutesy messages on WhatsApp or Facebook IM… Zero. Nada. Nothing. Only the love remains surrounded by an eerie silence. The void, a great abyss in my soul, that darkens and deepens, obliterating any encounter with a resemblance of joy. […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

F@%k Cancer, Part 3

She can’t cook. She can’t read. She can’t drive. When I got back home to the PNW, I realized mom needed some type of neurological rehabilitation routine and we never received confirmation from the doctors that this retraining was available. Weird. It’s been two weeks since we left the ICU and there are still no […]

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Adulting F@%k Cancer Mrs Enginerd

F@%k Cancer! (Prologue)

62 years. Is this all we get? She was supposed to grow old and gray. Maybe even die peacefully in her sleep at age 102, after reaping the rewards of the years she saved for retirement, for our colleges, for grandma’s funeral. Damn! She even saved for the grandkids that life never meant to deny […]