I collected another bracelet last week. I added another paper one to the pile, the kind you have to cut off your wrist after a long day in oncology. I collect them. I don’t know why, but I add them to a growing stack right after …
Tag: chronic illness
You Can Outlast Trump – A Survival Guide From A Sick Person
These are some wild times, my friends. And frankly I’m not sure how wild they really are, since I haven’t watched the news in over an hour. Are we in World War III yet? Is Kim Jong Un the king of Texas now? You laugh, but …
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When Your Sick Friends Need You, This Is All You Have To Do
Scan time is upon us me once again. In three days I’ll drive three hours to sit in a waiting room and wait impatiently for someone to call my name. I’ll answer all the questions I’ve answered too many times before. No, I’m not claustrophobic. No, …
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Giving New Another Try
This post is the fifth in a series, The Other Side of Being Sick, chronicling my path to learning to be well once again. You can read all the posts in this series by clicking here. I got my hair cut this weekend. Or my ‘hairs’ …
Sometimes You’ve Got To Make It All About Me
This is the second post in a series, The Other Side of Being Sick, chronicling my path to learning how to be well once again. If you missed the first post, Resolve to Reconnect, you can read it here. “Where are you going?” I would ask …
Resolve to Reconnect
This post is the first in a series, The Other Side of Being Sick, chronicling my path to learning how to be well once again. We relocated our entire life just months after my tumor was declared dead. An emotional whirlwind of boxes, paperwork, and teary …
On Being Well After Being So Sick
After the daily worry and fear, how do you live a life being well when it's been so long?
Getting Stuck in The Why
I have hair. On my head, that is. I have hair in other places, basically all the places in varying forms, being that I am a mammal. But I’m not so much concerned about that hair, especially since it’s getting cold out and I won’t have …
In The In Between
A mountain was building cell by cell. It grew bigger and bigger still as summer persisted weeks into fall. Traipsing through the yard with bare feet. Lying in the grass, our skin inhaling the sun. No one ever noticed the mound that grew beneath us. Not …
