Facing my bilateral mastectomy, and I am afraid. Over a decade ago now, I spent Memorial Day weekend preparing for my bilateral mastectomy even though, of course, I had no idea how to do that. Who would? One thing I vividly recall about that weekend was going to the movie, Robin Hood, the one with …
Cancer
Here we are, seven year later and I still can’t believe I need an oncologist. You might think after seven years, I would have adjusted by now to having an oncologist, but I have not. Not entirely anyway. It still seems strange to have need of such a person in my life. As I’ve written …
Every now and then, I am reminded about the magnitude of my cancer diagnosis. I mean really reminded. Despite the way breast cancer is too often (ad nauseum) portrayed, I understand the seriousness of this potentially deadly disease all too well. I’ve seen the horror of it up close. And sometimes, my cancer diagnosis still …
It’s been nine months since my dad died. Judging by societal expectations, something we shouldn’t do of course, things should be back to normal. I should be back to normal. But I am not. I am still limping along through grief.
April is National Poetry Month, so I invited newsletter subscribers (What, you haven’t signed up yet?), to share poems they’ve written. Reading them was so fun. I’m going to have to ask for submissions again before next April rolls around! Most of us have written poems somewhere along the line, probably in elementary school, high …