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This week marks a year since I learned I had breast cancer. I didn’t get all the info in one dramatic moment as you see in the movies. No meeting in a doctor’s office with my husband holding my hand and the marquee line, “I’m sorry Mrs. Cameron…it’s cancer…”. Instead, I went for a mammogram, and the nurse came out to tell me I should come back for an ultrasound. Then, I was told in a hallway by a…
I’ve delayed updates, hoping to provide a definitive picture of my progress. People keep asking how I’m doing, and I keep answering, but I’m not sure I believe what I’m saying at any given time. The most humbling part of this journey is the embarrassment of realizing I barely know or trust this meat suit I’ve been walking around in for 53 years. I finished radiation, and it wasn’t too bad; 3 out…
I get it. I don’t know the right thing to say either. It is all so personal and universal. It’s weird for me, too! Everything has changed. Treat me the same. But know that I’m different. We can figure it out together. The small ones go fast, so follow me on Instagram , Facebook , or Etsy if you want to purchase. I plan on painting through the end of the year. Forgive me for TMI or shutdown, or if…
After many arduous and agonizing days of research, I have learned one thing for certain: cancer is rude and not entertaining. Doctors and Nurses are at an extreme disadvantage based on how we see them portrayed on TV: all-knowing and fitting neatly in a three-act structure. My kids have taken to watching “House,” and I have to laugh at how fantastical it is. After telling me I’m like an episode of…
For the past decade or so, I’ve found myself hooked into cable news like being stuck to a live wire. It’s killing me, but I can’t let it go. At various times, I’ll try to wean myself or seek an antidote in talking to other humans or dosing myself with news “from the other side.” We’ve got problems when the baseline of popular TV journalism has a side, but I digress…we are talking about ME and the…
Welcome to Planet Cancer, where nothing is as it appears, and the unknowable is always seeking to be known. Dear friends, I’m here to report this still sucks, but maybe a little less or more, depending on multiple variables that I have no control over and barely understand. The good news is that the blankets are warm and everyone seems really nice and wants to be extra kind to me. Unfortunately,…
First, thank you for the well-wishes, cards, food, art sales, shares, thumbs up, prayers, flowers, high vibes, donations, snacks, check-ins, and general support. Every bit of it was truly received and appreciated. I am still in awe of my community, friends, and family, who showed up with magical precision. Good news: I’m recovering well from surgery and starting to feel more human. The cancer…
September 26, 15 original paintings, all signed, wired and ready to hang will be available at Auctions With Stephanie Gagos on Facebook.
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I feel like that guy who dips out near the end of the first act, returns at the climax, and asks “…What’d I miss?…wait a minute, who’s that? Wasn’t she dead…? ” Do you too? The last time I posted here was summer of 2018. I’m back. You missed a lot. So did I. Did you know there was a pandemic? Excuse me as I shake off the crust of this suspended animation goo that has kept me from my fullest…
