I always hurt somewhere. That’s just how it is in this body. Pain can be so loud. Sometimes the volume is down low, barely a whisper, but sometimes it goes to eleven. I don’t get to decide. My body does it for me. Recently, for a …
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Here’s What the River Taught Me
The unpaved road began just minutes after my GPS died. My car and I were now crawling along a single skinny lane with rolling river on one side and thick, towering forest on the other. Thankfully, I was following someone who knew the rest of the …
You Get To Be Sad
I have to admit, yesterday was a bad day for me. The past month, quite frankly, has been its own special hell, but most of that isn’t my story to tell. Yesterday is mine to tell and I think I’m ready to tell it. Recently, a …
What You Getting The Covid Vaccine Means To Me
I got poked on Thursday. The best kind of poke you can get during a pandemic. I got the vaccine. According to the stack of papers they handed me before said poke, I received the Pfizer. In a weird sort of doomsday kismet, both my husband …
Relax Into It
I’ve been having trouble with the cold, my Floridian blood is too thin to bear this unrelenting freeze. A friend of mine who is all too aware of my plight, a fragrant and fetching Mississippi magnolia who was transplanted many years ago to an icy Nordic …
Homeschooling While Sick
I have this memory in my head, a happy vision of an otherwise grueling time. My ten-year-old towhead, grinning from ear to ear. I can hear the giggles if I close my eyes. His English lesson that day came in the form of a rousing game …
Hurry Up and Wait
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 …
A Scanxiety Timeline
It’s that time of the year again, folks. It’s scan time! For those of you who don’t know, scan time is the time where us folks with oddly multiplying cells get raked over with a fine toothed comb to see if our cells are, in fact, …
I Need You To Stop Trying To ‘Help’ Me
I was polite the first time I was offered long distance reiki as a cure for my disease. I even recall saying thank you. I was newly diagnosed. I needed all the help I could get. And, after all, she was just ‘helping.’ The second offer …
