If I were to describe 2018 in one word, it would be TRANSITION. Actually, I’ll have to use 2 words… AWKWARD TRANSITION. After surviving treatment in 2017, I thought 2018 would just be amazeballs and smooth sailing. I made it through the finish line alive....
[NOTE: This is not the first time I’ve had a dry cough accompanied by shortness of breath since I did my breast cancer treatment. It’s actually the third time I’m experiencing it since I did chemo early 2017. I’ll elaborate in the later part.]...
In 13 days, I will hit 39. Meaning my last year in the turbulent thirties bracket. Which, in my head also means the last 378 days of technically being young. That amplified with unpredictable mood swings from Tamoxifen. WOW. What a great way to transition to...
A Gen-Xer is a person born between 1965 to 1980. A millennial, on the other hand, was born between 1981 to 1996. I was born in 1979, which somehow puts me in the middle. But nevertheless, I’m technically classified as a Gen-Xer and although I have a lot of...
Yup. The title of this blog says it all. Not only am I transitioning from being a pampered breast cancer patient to a go-your-own working woman in a competitive first world country, but I’m also experiencing growing confusion from being young, wild and free girl...
