I’m writing this journal to keep a record of what it’s like to be diagnosed with and treated for breast cancer. Fortunately, it was found early on. (Don’t forget to schedule a mammogram!) I’m not a grim person or a victim. But this experience was quite difficult in some ways, as you’d expect. At the end of the day, writing about it helps. My hope is that reading about it will be helpful too.

In the September 2006 archives of the Breast Cancer Journal, you’ll find a single entry that contains a record of diagnosis and treatment. There is a break in October and November 2006, a period during which I recovered from two surgeries and spent a lot of time dealing with my insurance company and trying to recover my sense of being at least minimally in charge of my life and then another from April 2007 until September 2007 when, basically, I just tried to get things back together.  Now, if I’ve got something new to say, I’ll say it.  That might be every week, or once a month, or even longer.

As for me, I’m a fiction writer, a lawyer and the mother of three wild, fun boys. I work in San Francisco and live in Berkeley with my kind, patient and forgetful husband.