Depression Depression is a lonely business. It sits behind one’s steady eyes, shaking your faith in yourself, your place in this world, your desire to stay in it. Sometimes it all just seems too much. And when you’ve felt like this more times than you can count, and you’re on the downhill slope of life
Prompt: 40 minutes: “Older” June 17, 2013 Older Older is a loaded word, a plant growing out of its pot, roots bound together in a clump of experience seeking desperately fresh soil, nutrients, water -- that life-giving, liquid oxygen. Older is not for sissies. No, it takes a bit of bravery, or at least the
Breast Surgery, Ducks and Pillows Her warm dark eyes smiled at me through the wispy remains of the anesthesia. “Hi. My name is Sandy and this pillow was made by some volunteers here for you to take home with you to help with the pain during your recovery.” Sandy handed me a black pillow with
June 10, 2013 Prompt: 10 minutes: “this time” This Time This time I am braver. I haven’t even sent out an email yet, put it on Facebook, keeping the cancer private, more or less, for the past week. This time it feels so much more manageable -- almost routine. I mean I know it’s surgery
Prompt Writing: 15 minutes: "Eight Weeks" Eight Weeks In eight weeks, I will have breast surgery behind me. For good. I hope. Know, I believe. (Ha - I meant “No, I believe,” but how much better is “Know, I believe!”) For GOOD, I tell you! Knock cancer cells on their butt! Excise them out and
How bizarre it is to know there are malignant cancer cells inside of you, just waiting, waiting, waiting for an MRI to provide more information so you can decide how to proceed. "Simple" lumpectomy, again, no nodes this time? That would be awesome! Awesome. Really? isn't awesome a relative term now! I guess most of
Prompt: 25 minutes: "this book" This Book This book I've tried to finish, publish, get out there for so very long, still sits on my cluttered desk, pulled, wrinkled, from the bag I took with me to the fall writer's conference this past weekend with high hopes of making headway in a seemingly never-ending process,
Monday, May 7, 2012 8:40 am I am not a morning person. I am a night owl. I stayed up late last night paying bills since I had some mental energy, playing Words With Friends on my iPhone, taking a bath with my White Angelica scented Epsom Salts and reading Anne Lamott in the tub.
It's the night before the PET scan that will reveal whether the 9.4 mm "lesion" on my brain is anything to worry about or not. Obviously I'm glad to have some answer as to why I've had such increasingly frequent and debilitating headaches, especially during the past 6 weeks, complete with nausea and pretty much
