I don’t remember what your favorite color was. I don’t know that I ever knew. But I do remember the day we shared raspberry popsicles that
"A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022
M.A. Counseling Psychology & Grief Recovery Specialist
I don’t remember what your favorite color was. I don’t know that I ever knew. But I do remember the day we shared raspberry popsicles that
I recently binge watched the first few episodes of Hulu’s The Handmaid’s Tale. Margaret Atwood’s dystopian novel (on which this bold new mini-series is based) was
I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Maybe it’s the recent Bill O’Reilly scandal, or the Bill Cosby revelations before him, or perhaps the
[Author’s Note: It was recently National Siblings Day. This is for mine.] I had no idea what lonely tasted like, except perhaps for those first
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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,