My Perfect Breakdown


Last week I spent 24 hours in the hospital for a breast reduction.  The care I received was nothing short of phenomenal.  (In fact, of everyone who cared for me I only disliked one student doctor who simply didn’t exhibit any signs of confidence in herself which is not what a patient wants prior to going into surgery). The plastic surgeon and his team were fantastic.  I didn’t even feel awkward as… Read More

I’m not an angry person, never have been actually. And yet, this last week, I feel completely consumed by anger. Like, jumping up and down screaming kind of angry. I am angry at my husband and I for not educating ourselves on progesterone earlier. I guess it’s not fair to say I’m mad at my husband and I. I fully acknowledge we have done everything we could think of to advocate for… Read More