When we moved I realized we had boxes of old records that were no longer worth keeping. Going through them was like walking through my life a second time.
1991: cancer. I was a young mom. Afraid out of my mind. You aren’t supposed to get cancer when you’re young.
I shredded hospital bills. Loads and loads of them. Chemotherapy reports. Surgeries. Radiation. Reports that said the cancer spread. Statistics that said the odds were against me.
Shredding these were both healing and joyous. [Read more...]