Two books.
One story that's still being written.
Both born from the same place — the long middle of a cancer journey that never quite had a finish line,
and the stubborn belief that what happens there is worth saying out loud.
Books
Book 1: Faces of Cancer
The emotions nobody warned you about.
When you're diagnosed with cancer, people hand you information about treatment. Nobody hands you a map for what's happening inside.
Faces of Cancer is organized around the emotional landscape of the cancer journey — the fear that shows up at 3 a.m., the loneliness that surprises you in a crowded waiting room, the complicated grief of survivorship, the anger nobody gave you permission to feel, and the hope that keeps showing up anyway even when you're not looking for it.
This book is for patients. For survivors. For the caregiver sitting in the parking lot trying to hold it together before walking back in. For anyone who has needed language for something they couldn't quite name.
It doesn't end with a bow. But it doesn't leave you alone either.
Currently in progress. Join the waitlist to be first to know when it's available.
Book 2: Cancer Took My Boobs But Not My Jesus
A faith memoir for people who are allowed to laugh.
Triple negative breast cancer at 40. Three kids. A grandchild on the way. No family history. I had done everything right.
What followed was the hardest year of my life — and also, somehow, some of the most alive I have ever felt. Not because cancer is a gift. It isn't. But because when everything else fell away, what was left turned out to be sturdier than I knew.
Cancer Took My Boobs But Not My Jesus is the real story. The fear, the surgeries, the wig shopping, the 3 a.m. conversations with God, the friends who showed up and the ones who didn't, the faith that bent but didn't break, and the slow discovery that hope doesn't wait for the hard thing to be over.
It's honest. It's sometimes funny. And it doesn't pretend that faith makes any of this easier — only that it makes it possible.
Currently in progress. Get on the waitlist and I'll let you know the moment it's ready.
"Want to read something now?"
While the books are being written, the journal is where I write every week — the same voice, the same honesty, the same refusal to tie things up too neatly.
It's free. It's real. And it's already there.