• Anniversary,  Cancer,  Dan,  Guest Post,  Leah,  Lung Cancer,  Raine

    Guest Post: Two Year Anniversary by Dan Herzing

    I have always thought that I would have one anniversary; the one to celebrate the marriage to my beautiful wife of 12 years. Little did I know that I would be celebrating another one. Today is my anniversary. My two year anniversary, to be exact.  The anniversary of the diagnosis that I have been living with since.  To hear that news presented to you in a cold and grey hospital room, and then to speak it to your wife … is something that I hope no one needs to go through in their life.  But we had to move on. Two years.  In the life of Raine, two years went by in a…

  • Anniversary,  Anxiety,  Bipolar Disorder,  Dan,  Depression,  Leah,  Raine

    One Year Later: Bipolar Disorder and Chocolate Chip Cookies

    As the one year anniversary of Dan’s diagnosis came and passed, I had nothing to say. My world that I created to survive his diagnosis was not stable; it was darkly fracturing. Pins of pressure were poking at me from every angle–The anxiety about Dan’s condition and prognosis, trying to be a good mother, trying to be a strong and capable wife, starting a new graphic design business, and the revolving anxiety about my mother’s condition. To everyone who has asked me, Leah, How do you do it? I could no longer provide an answer. I can’t do it. I had to explain to Dan how I had self-medicated and…

  • Anniversary,  Cancer,  Crappy News,  Dan,  Gifts,  Joy,  Laughter,  Love,  Optimism

    10 Years and 10 Days

    We celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary on Thursday, September 4, 2014. We had some craft beers at The Bitter Monk in McMinnville, followed by tapas at La Rambla. The air was warm with late summer heat but light and breezy so we enjoyed sitting outside. He looked very handsome. I loved touching him and looking at him and really felt as enamored with him as I had ten years before when we dated. I was proud to be his wife. (I also made sure to look as good as possible for him. I remember when I finished dressing and walked into the kitchen where he was talking with the babysitter,…