Quick followup to yesterday's post
I’m cancer-free.
I’ve been slowly reading through messages and appreciating the care and responses to my latest essay, in which I shared that I had a breast cancer diagnosis.
The piece focuses on the messy experience of uncertainty around the diagnosis itself, and it occurred to me after receiving replies that I didn’t make it clear enough where things stand now — which feels strange to admit because I’m still figuring out how to talk about it openly at all.
The important detail: the cancer has been treated, and I’ll be okay. In the present, I’m cancer-free.
It’s all still very fresh and raw, but I’ve been eager to get back into making. Writing this essay and releasing it are helping me emerge from a narrow, medical-focused world back into this one, one that is in many ways crazier, more uncertain and yet familiar.
Which, somehow, feels like an upgrade.
Thank you for your kindness.


Great to hear this!