In reflecting on the challenges of 2020-2023, the author recognizes a personal chiasm, marked by hardships but also growth and joy. Through health struggles and financial strains, significant victories emerged, symbolizing answers to prayers. The author encourages reframing experiences of loss as opportunities for deeper growth, reminding us of the support received during tough times.
I wrote on the very last page of my journal today. A beautiful stained glass design adorns the outside of this journal containing record of tears and triumphs. This journal that has accompanied and chronicled a year of my life. 2023- full of ovaryactions and changes in my body and my heart. A time when…
Through has become my favorite and least favorite of all the prepositions. It also represented my 2023 better than any other word I’ve found. I choose two words each year. One on January 1st for the upcoming year as a hope for the blank year ahead, and one on December 31 as a reflection of…
What happens in your heart when you lose an ovary on Mother’s Day?
I think about a special someone often. I care deeply about her. I want her to do well in life and be set up for success. She’s kind and funny and warm and (hopefully) more wise, stable, and adventurous than me! I’m thinking about Future Kelly. I know that all my decisions affect my future…
It was a chilly Florida morning at 3 am when I awoke for the Enchanted 10K. My friend Sara would be running with me both days – my teammate in it for the long haul. We huddled with 10,000 of our new friends, and oodles of mylar space-blankets, waiting for the release. We overcompensated for…
Three years ago I made a New Year’s resolution. Resolved, to make one new recipe a month. Resolved, to get out of my boring dinner rut! I discovered the joy of roasting vegetables last year and I haven’t turned back. It opened a whole new world to me beyond baking or steaming. Here is one…
“Fluffy, big-boned, hefty, heavy-set, solid, thick, well-nourished, overweight, big girl.” Everyone has their euphemisms for what’s really going on. And I was tired of it. I was tired of being unable to keep up physically. I was tired of being unable to shop in the misses department like my slender, petite friends. I was tired…
I am incredibly driven and rarely take time to reflect on accomplishments. I take basic skills for granted. I am not thankful. I am skilled in making small decisions overwhelming. I have trouble with perspective. I learned this about myself in a new way this week by an unlikely tutor: the stomach flu. I was…
Currently, I look like a pale smurf. You might confused me for being anoxic. I have a definite blue tinge all over my body… from running. No — I didn’t lose oxygen in mile one and need ressussitation. I knew what I was getting myself into. I participated in the Color Run this weekend. You’ll…
