About 30% of people diagnosed with breast cancer at any stage will develop distal metastasis. I am one.
So here’s the background. When home computers first became available, I was smitten. (Yes, children, there was time when personal computing was but a glint in Knot’s beady little eye.) Wow! I could do amazing things, I could write a program in BASIC to balance my checkbook! A few years later...
Cancer is a thief, a cowardly thief. A mugger. A highway robber. Cancer waits at the side of the road until you walk by, just going about the business of living, and swoops down to denude you of almost everything. It’s an ambush. What did cancer steal from me? *...
When I was a teenager my little brother was pretty sure I wouldn’t make it to 21. When I was 28 a plane I was on had to make an emergency landing, and I was pretty sure I wouldn’t see 29. For an infinitely long split second when I was...
I read this post over at Guerrilla Aging – Navigating the Third Half of Life and I am reposting it here with the permission of both the author and the blog owner. Although I’m still in my fifties, I’ve already been introduced to the curbs that are inexplicably higher than they...
Sometimes I just can’t tell the difference between being in touch with my feelings and expressing them appropriately – or playing the Stage IV card and milking it for all it’s worth. I’m having a rotten week or so and you, Internet, are the lucky puppy who gets to hear...
I remember… All telephones being big and black and having dials Televisions housed in beautiful wooden cabinets as a matter of course. They were black and white, of course. The transistor radio section at the department store. Six transistor radios were groovy. Feltboards in school. Slide rules. (Listed under “Obsolete...
