Carrie Ellman-Larsen

I know it’s been a really, really long time since I’ve been here. I’m sorry for that

I could not imagine a day where I did not cry, when I wasn’t afraid I was going to die or that the cancer would come back. I could not imagine a day where I wouldn’t be angry at my body for betraying me. The day seems to have come where I’m a lot less angry and a lot less afraid. That’s not to say I haven’t missed all of you.

Like seriously, I have $2000 worth of clothes in my Anthropologie cart (narrowed down, embarrassingly) that I’m waiting to go on sale. I have gathered an array of clothes that I’m just simply in love with that will let our arms breathe and that we will look absolutely adorable/beautiful/sexy in. In their search bar I put in “bell sleeve” and “kimono” but just a basic search of their sweaters and tops revealed a plentitude of options. Finally, if you type in “bell sleeve top vintage” or “bell sleeve sweater” on etsy, you get an array of amazing and affordable (mostly) items that are one of a kind.

If you really want to do breast cancer awareness at your restaurant, fine. But this is not what support for breast cancer looks like. If you really want to support women with breast cancer, I can point you toward organizations that work exclusively on research for stage 4 metastatic breast cancer. It can be managed but a man or woman with stage 4 breast cancer will be in treatment until treatment no longer works.