• Watching Dolphin Tale with my daughter, who sweetly put her hand on what little hair I had on my head and started rubbing it gently – “you’re pretty , Mommy”, she said. Now, that’s some unconditional love
  • Trying to feel useful by going to Target to do a little shopping after my 3rd or 4th chemo, needing something on the other end of the store, and not being able to make it across to the other side despite leaning on the shopping cart for support


  • Trying to shop, again, but this time at WalMart.  I was feeling yucky, had yet another cold and was totally bald.  I had a baseball hat on and thought I looked pretty inconspicuous.  A woman approached me and asked if I was a survivor – I said “I’m trying to be.”  She shared with me that she was a 10 year survivor, gave me a big hug, and told me I would be fine. It was exactly what I needed to hear, not to mention a much better shopping experience than Target! (no offense, Target – you know I love you!)


  • Anemia – no fun.  ‘Nuff said


•When I was first diagnosed and being put through test after test to see how bad things were, I went for my first ever MRI. The technician told me the machine was very loud and they would kindly be providing me with headphones with piped in music to make the experience less scary. They asked who one of my favorite artists was, and I happily said Billy Joel. Lying on the table in a very compromising position, I waited for my first song that would help me tolerate the almost 40 minute test I was facing.

“Only the Good Die Young” by Billy Joel was the first song they played, the next was “Hurts so Good” by John Cougar.

It was so unbelievably surreal that all I could do was laugh (after the initial horror, of course!) and enjoy my first, but certainly not last, MRI ever.

•Conversation with my plastic surgeon regarding reconstruction:
Me: “I’ve decided I don’t want to go bigger – I just want to be the same and look like my old self. “
Plastic Surgeon: “Ok – but I’ll have to special order the implants, we don’t carry them that small”

•Losing my hair, my eyebrows, my eyelashes, and not needing a bikini wax, if you know what I mean

•Attending Easter service in 2011 and praying to God to help me face the long road to recovery I was just starting.

•Attending Easter services in 2012 and thanking God for healing me and answering my prayers.

•Watching a kid’s show with my daughters that was explaining Alzheimer’s (which my Mother in Law unfortunately has and my kids don’t understand) and running upstairs excitedly to tell Zetti about it – only to have her tell me that I had seen the same program the week before and said the exact same thing to her. With the same emotion. And I had absolutely no memory of it. Irony, anyone?

-Sonia Convery, 2013

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