Aisling Carroll

I exit the elevator at casino level and catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror wearing a black and baggy Stupid Cancer t-shirt. I feel a flush of hot regret in my cheeks for wearing this conference apparel just as dozens of doll-like women in neon bandage dresses teeter past. I yank my sweater … [Read more...] about Cancer Support Groups Weren’t for Me — Until … by Aisling Carroll

With an impressive amount of Cha Cha blush on my cheeks, I lie down flat on my hardwood floor. As I hoist my legs up against the living room wall, I admire my new skinny jeans. This pre-date pose ensures I won’t swoon around Scott, literally. It wards against blackouts. This is date number three … [Read more...] about How I Date After Cancer by Aisling Carroll