When I found out I had a breast cancer… before I knew exactly what kind, what stage, or what my life expectancy was… All I knew was that I might die and that I wanted to write about it.

Ironically, I’ve always wanted to write a book despite hating to read. I was never sure if my life story warranted a book, but after the cancer diagnosis, I think it could at least land in a maybe pile somewhere.

For now, I think I just want to write things down in order to process everything. And to share the goings on (cancer and non-cancer-related) in my life with others. Keep them updated and maybe even a little entertained. And keep me busy during the quiet times when unwanted thoughts tend to creep in.

Best of all, writing has allowed me to find unexpected moments of humor and levity through this otherwise dark experience. And laughter really is the best medicine (well, maybe second to chemo).