I’m two years out from my cancer treatment, and so far, so good. I see my oncologist this month for another check up. Fingers crossed. of course. When I hear of anyone who’s died of cancer, I pause. The closeness of that person to me doesn’t matter as a mix of feelings brew. A sense … Continue reading
On a lovely October morning in 2012, I was sitting on my patio looking forward to a day of writing and drinking coffee. My phone rang. It was my doctor’s office. I almost didn’t bother to answer. What did they want? I didn’t have an appointment to confirm. But I answered and the woman on … Continue reading
In a few days, I’ll celebrate another birthday. This birthday will make me older than my mother (pictured) was when she died. She died when I was 21, and I remember one night (though it was probably actually many nights) failing to sleep and thinking about the future without my mom. In my dorm room, … Continue reading
The other day, I finished reading Smoke Gets in Your Eyes. I discovered the author, Caitlin Doughty, around the same time I received my cancer diagnosis. I watched her video about talking to children about death. Now, I had an optimistic outlook on my cancer treatment, but I had to tell my kid, and my … Continue reading
The other day I listened to an On the Media radio story about the decline of the beat reporter, and one beat they covered was the obituary beat. I struck by the realization that so many papers no longer cover obituaries, and while some papers might have an online version, families have to pay every … Continue reading
I’ve thought of a dozen topics to write about only to run out of steam by the time I get to my computer. At least this summer I don’t have chemo. My hair is growing back. Slowly. I hate short hair, but I’m glad it’s coming back. I might have lymphedema. Might not. I’ve got … Continue reading
How do you think a unicorn starts its day? As a kid, I wanted to be a unicorn. Sometimes I would wish to turn into one. Ah, childhood. I don’t suppose I can be a unicorn and a writer. Unicorns can’t type. As far as I know. Tomorrow will be a year since my surgery. … Continue reading
