Remission: The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly.

Did you miss me? I know I’ve been MIA since Thanksgiving. It wasn’t that I needed a break – I just started, what am I taking a break from? I wanted just to take some time and figure out what I wanted to do with my blog and social media channels. But, I’m back, and it’s been six months since I’ve be…

Flower Vault Houston

Stop and smell the (peonies)
Ever since I found@flowervault on Instagramand saw that they were opening a location in Houston, I knew I wanted to go! 
The FlowerVault is a limited time pop-up with flower-themed, instagrammable rooms. The pop-up will be in Houston until January! Just in time for the h…

I am not my hair

My hair and I have gone through quite the journey. I don't want to say that I was my hair I kind of linked my identity and self-confidence through my hair. When I did have hair, I always made sure that it was done except for when I was bumming it around campus. But if I was in real clothes, I d…

Speaking comes easy

It's been two weeks since I gave a speech that wasn’t forced upon me by a class syllabus. #adult. I guess that’s when you know you’re no longer in the safety bubble of a university classroom.  SIDE NOTE: upon learning from my mom earlier this week, this is not my first speech – I gave one when I…

A Familiar Gene: what the BRCA gene mutation means and how it affects my future

I know about my family history. I saw my mom go through breast cancer and heard stories that my great-grandmother on my grandfather's side died fairly young from breast cancer.

Genetics is complicated.


What is the BRCA gene?According to the National Insitute of Cancer, BRCA 1 and BRCA2 produce t…

So, what's in store for me after remission?

I'm not one to dress up for my doctor's appointments. UTMB and Target have seen me at my absolute worst. When I had hair I didn't brush it and I always looked like I just rolled out of bed. However, something told me on August 6 to get dressed that morning in REAL clothes for my appoint…

You weren't invited to the party, breast cancer!

Who knew I also needed to be afraid of turning twenty-one?
I imagined my life to be a certain way – I was going to graduate, find a job working for an advertising agency, eventually get married, and travel. Overall, I was going to be living my best life. 


But, then turned itself upside down. 
A cyst, …