Diagnosis:
I was diagnosed with ER/PR+ and HER2- breast cancer with bone metastases in November of 2026. Over the past year, I have learned so much about Breast Cancer and even more about myself.
Learning Curve:
I learned that brain fog is so very real, and that being sick mostly means that everything takes twice and thrice as long as it should for a million different reasons. I’ve learned health insurance employees can be helpful while the companies they work for are inherently unhelpful. I’m still learning how to separate my self-worth from productivity and competency. I’ve learned how to navigate the loneliness and loss of self that comes with a life-limiting cancer diagnosis while at the same time experiencing my friends and family showing up in unexpected and overwhelming ways. I’m continuing to learn how to feel worthy of the help and love being heaped on us.
Why An Online Store:
And, finally, I learned that I need a job. This is true not only because Rhue and I have both dreams and medical bills, but also because my brain and body need an occupation. Crafting and sewing has kept me going this past year, and I find myself excited by the creativity, flexibility, and sense of purpose it provides. I also find myself personally uncomfortable continuing to solicit funding without some sort of community being created at the same time. I was a bit let down by the lack of options for Caring Bridge and Go Fund Me, and didn’t really find what I was looking for on other platforms. So, I decided to create my own. I wanted to combine the immediacy and visual story telling of social media with the long form format of a website/blog. I also wanted to offer those who want to continue supporting us more choice. Through much trial and error, More than Ice Cream took shape.
Our Name:
One of favorite memories of Rhue comes from when they were three or four years old. We had a nightly ritual of telling each other how much we loved each other. It developed into, “I love you more,” “No, I love you more,” etc. Eventually, Rhue’s competitive nature took over and she started improvising her own answers. “I love you more than chicken nuggets,” “I love you more than lego.” One night, Rhue looked at me eyes wide, smile huge, clearly tickled that she had found the one phrase I couldn’t compete with. “I love you more than ice cream.” It became our standard way to tell each other how much we loved each other for a few years. It seemed fitting that our new little adventure reflect this part of our relationship.
Thank you so much for joining us and…
We Love You More Than Ice Cream,
Megan and Rhue
