If you have known joy and pain in the same day, even in the same hour, this is the site for you. If you have laughed until you peed your pants and poured your heart out to other women ... yep, you have found a new place to belong.
If you have ever been deeply hurt, wounded and damaged by men, then yes, this is definitely the place for you.
If you or someone you love has battled breast cancer, the good news is that you have found yourself another sister in the pink army.
This site is dedicated to strong, amazing and authentic women. I write contemporary fiction, sprinkled with a lot of laughs and sarcasm. I write about what you and I and thousands of other women have survived. I promise you will see yourself and your girlfriends on the pages of my books.
Feel free to read my blog, “Stories from the other side,” which, if you click back to Nov. 4, 2013, documents my personal story with the diagnosis of breast cancer, the surgery for bilateral mastectomy and every raw emotion along the way.
Very strongly, I believe that once you find some humor in a situation that threatens to destroy you, it does not matter how deep your pain might be, you WILL survive it.
That is why “Humor is the instinct for taking pain playfully” written by Max Eastman, is one of my favorite quotes.
I am the retired serial wife who was married and divorced three times before I finally stopped strolling down the aisle and decided to spend some time with myself and my bruised up heart. I am the single mom, with all of the fear and exhaustion rolled up in all those years of raising a child alone. And now I am the woman still adjusting to the loss of my breasts.... my “double D longs,” as I now remember them.
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We are wonderfully wise now, aren't we? And we know the treasures of sticking together, celebrating friendships and laughing as often as we can.
I'm so happy you are here! Please join us, and add your own thoughts and life lessons for the rest of us to learn from and think about. We want to know you and include you as we all make our way through the world. We feel blessed to know firsthand about the magic found inside a gathering of beautifully honest girlfriends with humor and passion for life. We are absolutely unstoppable!
Peace and Courage to all of us,
Sherri
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I had big plans for this day…. I planned to ride to Punta Gorda with Tammy and Zach, to meet Brenda Jones-Matthews for lunch. I really wanted to do that because I haven’t seen her in 100 years.
I also planned to go tonight to the Comedy Writers meeting.
But then at 5 am., I woke up with an anxiety attack… my heart beating crazy… sweating… panic…
I stepped outside on the porch with my blanket, sat in my rocker and thought about what in the world was wrong with me.
That’s Click here to read more.
For as long as I can remember, I have drawn odd ducks to my little corner of the universe. That makes sense to me… I am an odd duck, too.
I happen to love quirky people with offbeat stories… but also, strangers often share their deepest hurts with me… I am always honored when that happens… even if I don’t understand exactly what they are dealing with, I don’t really have to understand it…pain is pain. And I know a lot about pain.
So anyway, I wasn’t shocked today when Click here to read more.
I left the breast surgeon’s office today with a feeling of dread in my chest… it also pushed its way into my throat and made me cry…
It was one of those times when you cry about all kinds of things… so I cried about having to get new incisions when these aren’t even healed enough yet to wear a bathing suit top or a sports bra. I cried about that…a lot… because I just felt like being a big fat baby for a minute.
Then I cried about being asked by the receptionist to pay $1788…. Click here to read more.
I saw the breast surgeon today for my pre-op appointment.
“We’re finally there, Miss Sherri,” my doctor said with a big smile.
Immediately, my eyes filled up with tears. Boy it’s been a long, trying journey… and I am worn out with it all… but we are very close now to the finish line.
Since Oct. 30, I have undergone: two mammograms, one ultrasound, two breast biopsies, one MRI with dye, one round of genetic testing, bunches of blood tests, bilateral Click here to read more.
Earlier this morning, I whacked one of the ports on the kitchen counter… and t’s still throbbing. Damn it.
But pretty soon, another surgery will be scheduled and these nasty, pain-in-the-ass skin expanders and ports will be removed. As much as I dread being rolled back down that hospital hallway, I will show up for that one…. definitely…
I have dealt with these things since the mastectomy, which was Dec. 2, 2013.
The ports sting and occasionally get stuck between my Click here to read more.
