Trials, Tribulations and Resolution
I didn’t call. I didn’t write, and this is why. I nearly drowned in the depths of my chemo experience. The waves of gastro-intestinal distress, brain fog, mouth sores, leg cramps, inflamed tear ducts and…
Hair, there and everywhere
“Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone” When Joni Mitchell penned those lyrics, she was singing about human relationship. I am writing about my relationship with…
The good, the bad and the chemo
The good: Surgery is over and I am up to functioning with 1 ½ arms. Surgeon states she got everything and I do not need to darken her doorway for 3 months. The bad: The…
I have a confession
I have a confession. I am what is considered a non-compliant patient. I am not treating my cancer the way the oncologist prescribed. And that turned out to be the right decision for me. The…
The night before a major surgery
If ever there is a cold, dark night of the soul, it is the night before surgery. I am counting down the hours until my appointment with the scalpel and concentrating on keeping the mask…
I believed I was the last person who would ever have to face a cancer diagnosis
A few, short weeks ago I was thinking about the spring, creating garden spaces outside my new home and having lots of hiking adventures with my dogs and friends. There would be Pilates classes, a…