Author Archives: Sarah Franz

Happiest new year, everyone!   I hope the transition from 2022 into 2023 has been one of reflection, gratitude and hope. I recognize some may have been counting down the days until they could rip the physical 2022 calendar off the wall and throw it in the past, never once glancing in the rearview mirrorContinue reading “Signing off.”

In 2020 I wanted to do something rooted in giving back for my birthday, and ultimately the concept of Pies for Purpose was born. The idea was simple — people made a minimum donation to a nonprofit they loved, and in turn they were able to order a homemade pie. From there a dear groupContinue reading “Pies for Purpose is back!”

I have looked at a blinking cursor for over an hour now. Typing, deleting, starting over, stumbling over how to turn the thoughts in my head into penned words. …and yet I know this will end up being a lengthy entry. I hope you’ll hang with me, because there is a lesson (or atleast aContinue reading “In Memory: a lesson within loss.“

This past Thursday I had surgery to remove the chest port + catheter into my neck. Taking the port out means my care team is as confident as they can be no further treatment will be needed to fight HER2+ breast cancer. As with everything in the space of cancer this should be a milestoneContinue reading “Learning to live”

One week ago I walked into the Cancer Center for my {God willing} final infusion, marking the end of any active treatment I will receive for breast cancer. In the last 14 months I have navigated (in no particular order):3 mammograms3 ultrasounds1 needle breast biopsy1 needle lymph node biopsy1 ABUS64 trips to the Cancer Center15Continue reading “Chapter Closed: Active Cancer Treatment”

April 27, 2021. 12 months. 365 days. 8,760 hours. 525,600 minutes. ago. That many months, days, hours, minutes since life drastically changed. I remember all of the questions, thoughts and concerns that occupied my mind immediately and somehow also simultaneously feeling completely numb. The deep, heavy fear that overtook every ounce of my body. Here’sContinue reading “Oh hey, diagnosis day.”

On December 31, 2020 I posted these words with the attached photos on Instagram/Facebook: A year that knocked the wind out of my sails before the calendar even turned to March. Before COVID. Before social unrest. Before ridiculous elections. A year like this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind when trying to figure outContinue reading “Hope.”

Well, here I am. Without any dramatic flair I can wholeheartedly say there was a moment in the last seven months where I honest to God wasn’t sure if I would see you. Typing that still takes a little breath out of my lungs. I’m so deeply and genuinely thankful to be here. There’s someContinue reading “Dear 37,”

We’ll come back to that date and time shortly. But first, July 31st of this year / 2:30pm (and I know this thanks to a photo time stamp, not because of a stellar memory). It was a hot summer day so I decided to go grab an iced chai tea from one of my favoriteContinue reading “November 15th / 2pm”

This is a long one. I hope you’ll stick with me. Allow me to set the stage. In fall of 2019 I bought tickets to see an incredible musician, Lauren Daigle, in concert. It was an added bonus that her opener was going to be another of my favorites, JohnnySwim. Concert was set for MarchContinue reading “What do a military veteran, former homeless couple and a cancer patient have in common?”