Category: Cancer
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When faced with cancer, you quickly learn that there are no easy choices — only the ones that feel right for you, in this moment. Recently, I reached a crossroads in my treatment for rectal cancer. My doctors presented two options: surgery to remove all of the cancer, which would mean living permanently with a…
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Today was my first chemotherapy session without Mom sitting beside me. She’s been with me every step of the way—holding my hand, fetching snacks, chatting with nurses, and making sure I’m as comfortable as possible. But this week, she’s taking a well-deserved break to play with all the yarn. It felt strange walking into the…
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Progress on my Autumn Valley Sweater by DROPS Design has been… well, let’s just call it leisurely. The gorgeous cables are inching their way off my needles at the pace of a sleepy tortoise, and honestly, I’m okay with that. I’m knitting this one in Dachshund Daddy Knits Irish Aran, a wool spun in County…
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This weekend should have smelled like wool, cider donuts, and triumph. It should have been Rhinebeck Sheep & Wool Festival weekend — the knitter’s pilgrimage, the Super Bowl of yarn, the holy grail of fleece. But alas, instead of frolicking among skeins and sheep, I’ll be attending a far less glamorous event: Chemotherapy, Session #Whatever-We’re-On-Now.…
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There’s something oddly grounding about knitting in a waiting room. The soft murmur of conversations, the steady hum of hospital air conditioning, and the click-clack of needles — it all weaves together into a kind of calm. Today’s project: a basic chemotherapy hat in the most deliciously soft Dachshund Daddy Knits DK Alpaca yarn. It’s…
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There’s a special kind of magic in knitting—how it can calm your mind, steady your hands, and carry you through even the toughest seasons. During one of my chemotherapy sessions, I cast on a Ranunculus sweater, a project that ended up becoming far more than just another knit—it became a source of comfort, focus, and…
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When I first heard the words stage T3N+ rectal cancer, it felt like the ground fell away beneath me. Suddenly, my calendar was filled with appointments, scans, and treatments, and my mind was spinning with questions I couldn’t yet answer. In the middle of all that uncertainty, one thing remained steady: my knitting. A Lifeline…