As many of you know from my first entry, I am scheduled for an abdominal myomectomy at the end of the year. This is when an incision, called a bikini cut, is made on your abdomen in order to remove uterine fibroids. It’s similar to a c-section when delivering a baby, except that this baby is a few benign masses that have caused me nothing but grief for over five years. You have no idea how relieved I am at the thought of finally getting rid of these fibroids and the prospect of living a higher-quality life. But, for me, the relief is all in the destination and the journey getting there is causing me anxiety and stress. Read the full story

I am in control. This was my daily mantra. Now, it’s my security blanket, the belief that keeps me going every day. Let me be honest – I am a super duper control freak. More like a control freak on steroids. I was an overachiever and workaholic in every way. Don’t get me wrong – it all paid off. My career was in high gear; I was earning more than I ever thought possible. I never really got the hang of living a balanced lifestyle. Who had the time? I just knew everything would work out to my advantage. Boy, was I wrong. Read the full story