I'm always searching for words to define me. I rely on the usual and will do the same here: wife, mother, sister, daughter, friend, retired teacher (not really retired, on disability), writer, cancer patient.

My family means a lot to me. My husband is simply wonderful, especially for putting up with me. His loyalty during all of my cancer treatments is never ending. My daughter is the spice in my life. She is very much a teenager, and spreading her wings. I admire so much about her, yet she is a challenge. But, one day, she will take on the world and the sky will be the limit.

I miss teaching, but am learning to slow down; something you can't do when you teach. Teaching was probably the part of my life that defined me the most. So, my recent decision to go on disability has shaken things up a bit. I'm searching, somewhat the same way I searched back in college for that special something to guide my living.

I write for fun, always wanting to take it to a level it's never been before. I write for me. (Journaling, letters, and private thoughts that no one reads.)

I have metastatic breast cancer (mets to bones and liver). I did not choose this part of my life, would change it if I could, but since I can't, I make it work for me. I am who I am today because of my cancer. And, I like who I am. I'm proud of myself and who I have become. I do not dwell on what life I have remaining. Today is what matters.

My passion is ...

Learning to enjoy the moment.

I know too much about ...

teaching

My parents always told me ...

If you are going to do something, do it right.

My childhood ambition ...

Teacher

My favorite memory ...

When my daughter was placed in my arms.

Why I write ...

To help me live.

What I am reading/watching/listening to ...

Multiple things - too many to list.

My first job ...

File clerk

My best moment ...

Standing on the beach, alone, at sunset.

My inspiration ...

My father

Pets & Animals > Pet Ownership Testimonies: What my dog means to me

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Riley's soft, wet nose nudges me as I try to sleep a little longer, I open my eyes and just inches away are the most beautiful brown eyes. It's my dog's way of convincing me it is time for his morning walk. You might think that this is the behavior of a spoiled dog. A dog that only thinks of him, but that isn't so. It wasn't always this way.

The first few months after adopting Riley from a local shelter, we treated our dog to play times, long walks, camping in the woods, and other dog-centered activities. Then, I was diagnosed with cancer. Our family life was turned upside down. ...

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