[Written on Saturday, October 6th.] I am sitting in “before.” Before the follow-up tests which will indicate whether I am gearing up – once again
What is my “Why?” In other words, why do I bother to bare my soul in these blog posts? What does it matter? Who cares?
You may have noticed the new banner on my blog, “A NEW NORMAL.” It occurred to me, after writing for several years about losing my
RECOVERY – 1) a return to a normal state of health, mind, or strength; 2) the action or process of regaining possession or control of something stolen
I chose the Western medicine approach to treat my cancer. It’s certainly not the only way and frankly, I’m not convinced it’s the best way. The data
Weeks after all my treatments ended, I got the bill for my radiation. Just the radiation. Not the tumor surgery, not the multiple scans taken
The plan was twenty-eight sessions of radiation. When I first heard this number it sounded like a lot. I mean, it was Stage 1; we had caught
SHERO (pronounced SHEE-roe) a female hero, a feminist warrior, a woman who’s willing to be a badass There are a few sheros in this story.
Just as I was finally fully recovered from my butt surgery, and before chemotherapy could begin, a simple surgical procedure was required to insert a
My “medical problem” is on a part of my body that people generally sling insults or make jokes about. I’m not in the habit of
The thought of someone slicing into my body is not as alarming as it probably should be. Yes, it’s going to be on my butt, and yes,
Let’s dive right in, shall we? But first, one great, big, gnarly caveat: Know that if you’re not a doctor or nurse or paramedic or