Why do I have cancer? New theory: my dog gave me cancer so I’d stay home and pet him more. It’s airtight logic… until you factor in all appointments. This episode continues the series with a highly questionable—but emotionally compelling and slightly unhinged—case against a very sweet, very suspicious, very good boy.

Nausea: controlled. Fatigue: next level. Real food: back. This is chemo week two—more data, more adjustments, and learning how to fight smarter.

On chemo pumps, prescription meds, and a rapidly declining tolerance for bullshit.

A “peanut butter and jelly” at 3:45am, a body that’s starving, and a complete rewrite of what nutrition means. This episode is about breaking every rule you’ve ever followed around food—and accepting that right now, the goal isn’t to feel good. It’s to survive.

Fascia, scar tissue, and the most boring exercises that matter the most. This episode is about surgical rehab, why starting early changes everything, and what it really looks like to get 1% better when your body feels completely wrecked.

“But you’re so young—why do you have cancer?”
It’s the question everyone asks—and one that doesn’t have a satisfying answer. This episode kicks off a new series exploring the theories, the data, the conspiracy theories, and the uncomfortable truth: sometimes, it’s just bad luck.

Everyone has a plan until you get punched in the face. This episode walks through my first week of chemo—seven-hour infusions, rookie mistakes, nausea that took me out, and the moment I realized: this is the battlefield now.

On ports, toddler diets, and feeling 7/10.

A song in the operating room. A text sent from recovery. And the story of an unlikely friend who made it possible to believe—if only for a moment—that everything was going to be okay.

What actually happens on chemo day—and what can go wrong. From infusion logistics to side effects (hello, cold sensitivity and neuropathy), this episode breaks down the reality of Herceptin + FOLFOX, risk mitigation, and what it means to be very prepared for something you can’t fully control.

Part education, part dark humor, and part surrender to the unknown.