You may have noticed the new banner on my blog, “LEANING INTO A NEW NORMAL- With Celenia Delsol.” It occurred to me, after writing for
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part IX: Recovery’s Gifts
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
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VIII: Complementary Alternatives
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
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part VII: Insurance
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 Story I Don’t Want To Tell (About My Cancer) – Part VI: Radiation
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
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part V: Mother & Daughter
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.
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part IV: Chemo
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
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part III: Post-Op
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 Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part II: The Surgery
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,
Writing & The Itty Bitty Inner Critic Committee
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
Just Another Moment
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
The Story I Don’t Want To Tell You (About My Cancer) – Part I: The “Hemorrhoid”
Let’s dive right in, shall we? But first, know that if you’re not a doctor or nurse or paramedic or cop or firefighter or haven’t
