Regrets, I’ve Had a Few

By: Lauren Thaler  |  Date: April 30th, 2013  |  Category: Cancer Chaos  |  Comments: Say Something »

This week on the Everplans blog: “About a week before my mom died, she asked me not to leave her side. She was in a hospital cot next to her actual bed at home. I stayed with her, slept in her bed next to her cot at night, and would often lay my arm across the 12 inches of air space between us, letting my skin touch her skin so she knew I was there when she stopped talking and opening her eyes.” Read the full post here.


Think Different.

By: Lauren Thaler  |  Date: October 6th, 2011  |  Category: Cancer Chaos, Other Things That Make Me Tick  |  Comments: 6 comments »

I’m in New York for Advertising Week, which has a heavy slant toward all things digital, mobile and social, so you can imagine how the tenure of this weeklong conference changed after the news of Steve Jobs’ death. Every panelist, presenter and moderator had something to say about his legacy, the empire he built and the world he changed.

At a time like this I can’t help but think about my own experiences with the products that Steve Jobs brought into the world. When I was in eighth grade, I remember thinking my big, blue iMac was the coolest thing since slap bracelets had been invented. I remember buying my first iPod at Best Buy, taking the metro home and subsequently bursting into tears when I realized I had left my brand new iPod on the metro. I remember when I purchased my first iPhone and was totally intimidated by its [...]

Cancer, She Said

By: Lauren Thaler  |  Date: September 20th, 2011  |  Category: (New)clear family, Cancer Chaos  |  Comments: 4 comments »

Like breaking up with a boyfriend, there is no easy way to tell your daughter you have cancer. At first, my mom hid the news from me because we were apart. She hadn’t been feeling well for several weeks, so I wasn’t surprised when she finally went to the doctor and called me to say that yes, something in fact was going on. “It’s gallstones,” she said.

“Can you come home?” she continued. That surprised me.

My mom rarely asked me to do things for her. Sure, she asked me to help with this or that around the apartment or maybe drop off dry cleaning, stop for gas or run an errand while I was out. But typically her requests were never much of a burden. She was the type of mother who was simply more comfortable going out of her way to make me comfortable.

So, when she asked me to take [...]