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5 Ways I’m Coping with my Survivor’s Guilt

About a year and a half I opened up about something that I rarely had talked to anyone about before: dealing with survivor's guilt and anxiety. It was a really hard post for me to write, but it was therapeutic as well. I finally felt like I was in a place in life where I could openly admit that I was dealing with those things and that there was no need to be ashamed of them. Last March, I opened up again and talked about how cancer complicates my birthday. For the last nine years, I have had a really hard time wanting to celebrate my birthday because the survivor's guilt was so heavy. I would find myself in a deep depression during the month of March and last year . . .

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How Cancer Complicates Birthdays

Sorry for the heavy post today. I just had to get it out. I was one of the oldest kids on my hospital floor during the year of my chemotherapy treatment. My nurses and doctors kind of choose me to be the "welcome to cancer floor" ambassador because of my age. I didn't mind it at all; I was honored to be the roommate that they choose for new kids to talk to and hoped I could help by answering their questions about treatment and medicine and Make-a-Wish. That's how I met Maddie. They put her in my room during her first chemotherapy and asked if I would chat with her and answer any of her questions. I think she might have been a little freaked out about me at . . .

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Edgy Valentine’s Day #ootd & Loving Myself

I've been really experimenting with my personal style recently, trying to build a wardrobe that is 100% ME and filling it with things that I feel confident and beautiful in. At the same time, I'm still trying to push myself outside of my comfort zone and find new things to wear that help me embrace my body: scars and all. So, with my hot V-day date night approaching, I got to work trying to figure out what my Valentine's Day #ootd would be If you were to tell me this time last year that I would be comfortable wearing liquid leather leggings, I would have laughed and said something like: "Have you seen the shape of my left knee? There's no way that ugly thing would . . .

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Cancer through the Eyes of my Sister

We made it to Arizona in one piece and with only a few minor setbacks on Thursday and have been unpacking and settling in since. We'll be getting internet installed tomorrow and I'm so excited to be able to get back to blogging. Today, my youngest sister, Katie, who has guest posted here before, is taking over again. A couple weeks ago, when I wrote this post about survivor's guilt, Katie and I got to talking about how my cancer had affected her (she was 10 when I was diagnosed). We had a very long and beautiful heart-to-heart and I felt like the things she had to say were so important that I asked her to share them here. September is Childhood Cancer Awareness month . . .

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Life After Cancer: Anxiety & Survivor’s Guilt

I've been debating sharing this post for the last week because it's super personal and it's raw and real and not entirely happy. However, it's been very therapeutic for me to write this out and after reading this post from Summer, I realized that I could be brave, too, and share what's been happening in my life lately. Two weeks ago, I went down to Boston to see my Oncology team at Dana Farber (If you're new here and need some catching up on my story, you can read about my cancer here, here, here and here). I had various tests, scans, x-rays and blood work done to check on my remission status. And I was officially declared 9 years in remission. My doctor said . . .

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11 Lessons Learned from Cancer

My Timehop has been full of Facebook posts and pictures from nine years ago when I was in the middle of my fight with Osteosarcoma. It's crazy to look back at those photos and to realize how sick I truly was. Being nine years in remission now, it's easy to kind of forget the details of that time and to block out the more unpleasant parts of my illness. But, looking back at those photos of 16-year-old-me, I can't help but think about where I was and what I was going through and how much I wish I could go back in time and tell her that everything is going to work out. I've been thinking about what I would want her to know; what lessons I learned from cancer. . . .

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Be Proud of Your Scars – eShakti

Many thanks to eShakti for sponsoring this post! I received a free product in exchange for my honest opinion. I finished my last chemotherapy treatment on October 16th, 2007, three months after my junior year of high school started. After undergoing inpatient treatments for the better part of a year, I was excited to have my hair grow back and regain a bit of normalcy in my life. I soon realized that there was no going back to "normal" after cancer. My whole life had been altered with this one word, this one tumor that had changed who I was and who I wanted to become. I'm not going to lie, going back to "real life" was much harder then I thought. I constantly was . . .

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I’m 25 Years Old and I have Handicapped Parking

Last November, Dustin and I stopped by our local Petsmart to pick up a Christmas present for Rosie. We had just come from a beautiful morning wedding ceremony for some good friends and were running some errands before heading to the evening reception. After picking out the biggest antler chew the store could offer, we made our way back to the car. As we started getting in, a man who was walking by us yelled in a nasty tone: "ARE YOU REALLY HANDICAPPED?" and shook his head muttering "Disgusting." Dustin just about ripped his head off, yelling that the guy had no idea what I had been through and he had no right to judge us. Not going to lie; it ruined our . . .

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On Losing my Hair and Growing it Back

Even though I had gone through my first round of chemo, had dropped 20 pounds in a week and ended up back in the hospital for a hydration transfusion because my sodium levels had dropped drastically, it was still hard for me to believe I had cancer. Sure, I was a little skinnier and super pale, but anyone who saw me passing by wouldn't know about the war raging in my body and the six inch tumor I named Ricardo growing in my leg. I still looked like a regular 15 year old girl, granted a little bit of a rebel one, because of the bright red hair. I died my hair fire engine red the day after I was diagnosed. My "last hurrah" before it all came out, although it . . .

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