M.A. Counseling Psychology & Grief Recovery Specialist
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,
Yes, I have a whole committee. They are a noisy crew, and lately, as I question whether to dive into the RE-writing phase of my
The moment is at 5:41 a.m. It’s not yet daylight. My housemate Lulu is licking my hand. I’m not usually awake at this hour and
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
Hello Beloved Blog Buddies, It has been over half a year since I last posted. Back then I was two weeks into my recovery from surgery:
Once upon a time I worked in an organization where there were two of us with names that began with C. I became “Big C”
It’s that time. Tomorrow the lucky Americans (because let’s not forget: not all of our citizens are living “The Dream”) will be seated at a table with
The First Time: I was two years old. It was my virgin voyage on an airplane, flying from New York City to Puerto Rico (which is where
Following are the first in what will be a recurring series called, “Snapshots & Snippets,” little fragments of life caught in a photo and text
I recently completed 100 days of walking (see: “The Weight of Loss”). There were mornings when, admittedly, I was on auto-pilot. I would arrive back to
"A NEW NORMAL" by Celenia Delsol (c) 2022 