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One minute I’m knee-deep in building a festival budget for a grant application, and the next I’m crying because Kara fell asleep in her...

Every morning I open my eyes and, without fail, the first thought hits me: Kara has cancer. There hasn’t been a morning since her...

I haven’t been able to find time to write an update the last few days. Kara’s care has been incredibly hands-on, and I’ve been squeezing...

It’s been a whirlwind, to say the least. The week started rough and just kept getting worse. I’ve dreaded writing this because I don’t...

"I can’t do this much longer," Kara said at 7:50 a.m. on Monday morning, after a brutal weekend of fatigue, restlessness, pain, and...

I’ve been a little quiet lately. Not just in my ability to publish a blog, but in real life too. When life gets hard, I tend to shift...

A week off from treatment somehow felt like it dragged on forever and flew by at the same time. The stay-at-home order didn’t seem to...

I’m struggling to find adequate words to describe how much of a rollercoaster each day has been. I’ve been told that once treatment...

Starting treatment was nerve-wracking. We walked into it with brave faces, holding on to hope and prayers that the side effects would be...

Ignorance is bliss. I used to take for granted how little I knew about cancer—about treatment options, drug approvals, survival rates. I...

None of these blogs have been easy to write, but this one feels particularly difficult because I don’t think words could ever fully...

It started with a rough night. 3 a.m., Wednesday morning.  Kara wakes up singing " TV6 Cares for You! " I tell her it’s too early to wake...

We made it. Our annual trip to Siesta Key felt impossible this year with everything going on—doctor visits, scheduling treatments, just...

If I’m being completely honest, I’ve always despised cancer t-shirts. That’s not to disrespect the millions of people who have made...

I’ve always looked at Kara with a sense of wonder. She has a light about her that’s hard to put into words, a presence that feels almost...

I’ve been thinking a lot about hope and where it comes from. There’s this visual that keeps replaying in my mind as we’ve been hit with one

Kara LOVES Fridays. And we have some positive news for a change. :)

This week, we’ve kept our circle small. Saying the words out loud makes everything feel all too real, like taking another punch to the gut.

A much needed distraction from the diagnosis, Kara cheers on her Hawkeyes!

I keep trying to train my brain to focus on the positives. Putting it to practice is another story.