Welcome! I'm Chiara, triple negative breast cancer survivor; here is my journey, I hope it helps you!

PAPÀ

PAPÀ

Dad and I circa 1972.

Dad and I circa 1972.

Sweet, old dad. He was 88 when he passed away. I came home from graduating Middlebury College in Oakland Califonia to find him in Hospice care. I sensed it was coming before I left for Italy, September 2013 because he had already been in and out of the hospital and nursing home with pneumonia. I was afraid he'd pass while I was away, but I like to think he waited for me to come home. His last three weeks, I was fortunate to be with him, spoon-feeding him water and interpreting his needs for the nurses; it was hard to see such a strong man, in will and in body, be reduced to skin and bones. My dear dad died on Labor Day, 2014 and I read the eulogy. What stood out for me were his hands - he used them to work as a cobbler and a machinist, having immigrated here from Italy, and raised a successful family. He loved playing the Italian card game Scopa with his friends, and finally with me, in the nursing home. My favorite memories of him are as a child, when he would take my friends and I to Applegate Farm for ice cream; he'd order banana ice cream on a sugar cone and let me splurge on rainbow sprinkles. Since his passing, I periodically return to our favorite local ice cream spot to get banana in his honor, and top it with rainbow sprinkles, the perfect combination. Grazie, papà. 

CHEMO BRAIN

CHEMO BRAIN

WILL I DRY OUT?

WILL I DRY OUT?