About 30% of people diagnosed with breast cancer at any stage will develop distal metastasis. I am one.
Today I read a post called “Pigeons” in one of my regular blog-reads, Table for One by Solitary Diner. I stopped short at this: But as I thought about it, I realized that despite having a long list of potential self improvement projects, I am fundamentally happy. Not all the time, certainly...
I’ve been dipping into Emily Dickinson while ill in bed the last few days. My parents gave me a little book of a few of her poems when I was about 10 or 11 years old, and I’ve been reading her ever since. No matter what I am feeling, she...
“Didn’t you get regular check-ups? Is it in your family? Do you smoke? You bottle up your feelings too much and now your body is expressing them for you. You should meditate. You’re not eating properly. Did you or your parents ever have dealings with the occult? There must be...
When I read Robert Morgan’s poem “Maple Gall” a few days ago, the first phrases to strike me were tortured cluster of malignancies… cells grow drunk… awful excess growths and, of course, I thought of the cancer that I live with, and I was drawn in. I continued to read beauty...
