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My First World Problems



enhanced-6523-1416593112-26I recently heard of an interesting exercise to teach privilege to a group of high school students. They were each given a balled-up piece of paper and told to throw it from their seats into the waste-paper basket at the front of the room (regardless of seating position.) The teacher said, “The game is simple — you all represent the country’s population. And everyone in the country has a chance to become wealthy and move into the upper class.” Everyone took their shots, and — predictably — most of the students in the front were successful, but only a handful from the back row made the shot. He concluded, “The closer you were to the bin, the better your odds. This is what privilege looks like. Did you notice how the only ones who complained about fairness were in the back of the room? By contrast, the people in the front of the room were less likely to be aware of the privilege they were born into.”

vancouver_1731580cI know that I am privileged AF. I am a university-educated, white Canadian with a good job, a good salary and a beautiful home in Vancouver. I can eat basically whatever I want, I have a family and a job that I love. I live in total peace and safety and I travel to exotic places fairly regularly. But sometimes, it’s good to keep an eye on the checks and balances in life. You don’t want to see one girl having all of the fun, now do you? Worry not. I, too, have suffered. Continue reading “My First World Problems”

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NO REGRETS (Death Can Kiss My Ass)

dia_de_los_muertos-bannersIn the autumn of 2009, I took a trip to Mexico to celebrate Día de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead.) It was about three years before my breast cancer diagnosis. I will never know if I already had cancer at that time. I was drawn to the holiday because of my obsession with the macabre. I wasn’t afraid of death before my diagnosis, and I’m not afraid of death now. There is one major difference, though. Continue reading “NO REGRETS (Death Can Kiss My Ass)”

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My Fake Boobs Defy The Laws of Physics

I plan to post a before/after story about my follow-up reconstruction procedure, so I wanted to share some of the reasons why I had it done. This post from Oct 2014 explains it all rather eloquently.


I want to dedicate this post to my husband and my biggest supporter. I love you to infinity and beyond. ❤

I’ve had my new rack for just over a year. I know that I shouldn’t complain. I’m lucky to have them at all. I’m fortunate to look more or less the same in clothes as I did before. In fact, my plastic surgeon did such a fabulous job that no one really knows what I went through.

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For those of you who don’t know my story, here is what I’ve had done in a nutshell:

1. February 2013, I get the diagnosis: I have two, possibly three invasive ductal carcinomas in the right breast.

2. Surgery is scheduled for April 9th, 2013. I have the option to have both breasts removed and I take it without hesitation.

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