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dealing with deleting “cancer”
It is a confession of sorts. I do not want to write about being diagnosed with cancer, living with cancer, or expecting to die from cancer. In the beginning, cancer hung from every sentence, anchoring me down to an unfamiliar place, where one could easily get lost, were it not for the kindness of strangers. Like Rhonda, not a stranger…
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make metastatic breast cancer matter
Reposted from March 23, 2012 in support of increasing awareness and support for Metastatic Breast Cancer research. Please visit METAvivor to learn about “The Elephant in the Pink Room.” Perhaps it is because my family history is bereft of breast cancer. Perhaps I was lulled into a false sense of security by three mammogram reports that lacked information about the density of my breasts.…
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a place for everything & everything in its place
Finally, I have claimed one of the rooms in our house as my own. No longer will it be where the cat hangs out all day with two obsolete computers, a vacuum cleaner, and a guitar that hasn’t been played since I gave up trying to be Bonnie Raitt. It is becoming a place for my music, my musings, my…