Mary Helen
My blogs
| Gender | Female |
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| Occupation | Freelance writer and Life Coach, Financial Donor, Unconditional Source of Love for Lauren, Helena, Maria and May. |
| Location | United States |
| Introduction | I am a single mom, member of the “I survived cancer and all I got was this pink t-shirt” club, and freelance writer. I have lived through my share of moments of mayhem. In 2007 my youngest daughter dreamt that I had breast cancer. As a non-smoking, kayaking mother of three whose only vice is red wine, ok fine, and the occasional margarita…oh and those dark chocolate acai berries from Costco, I told her I was fine. I was wrong. After being “gutted like a fish”, chemo, 52 weeks of Herceptin infusions, a plummeting heart function and a few blood clots in my lung thrown in, I am happy to report I am still on this side of the grass! |
| Interests | One great thing about cancer is it gives you the courage to replace “Why?” with “Why the Hell not?” I submitted my articles and MH’s Mother Mayhem was born. I am REALLY blessed… friends who I would give a kidney to (of course they wouldn’t want it now and I am a bit short on “parts”), a great family and an off kilter sense of humor that has gotten me through this crazy journey. The thing that gives me goose bumps or “pimples of the chicken” as my Chinese exchange student would say is helping someone find wit and wisdom in bleak circumstances. We are all surviving something and my hope is that my words will remind you that “failure is temporary, giving up makes it permanent” and “what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” (I should be wearing a cape!). I would love to hear from you. We are in this together. Let’s jump in, roll down the windows, feel the wind on our face, laugh till it hurts, stop for a few baked goods and make it a kinder, smoother ride. |
| Favorite music | I am the mother of teens. The last time I had a say was back in the day of “Wheels on the Bus”. Nora Jones keeps me company when I cook. My daughter has informed me that we cannot listen to her outside of the kitchen because she is like one of Pavlov’s dogs and begins drooling! |