This gallery contains 1 photo.
“Why wait until you’re sick? Play the cancer card. Live right now.”
Tag Archives: Cancer; Living;
A Safe Distance
Gallery
This gallery contains 1 photo.
When I got the cancer diagnosis, with the shock of it I sort of separated from my body. It is protective, to not be too “in” your body when terrible things are happening to it.
Mastectomy: Another Kind of Damage by Erica Sternin
Gallery
This gallery contains 2 photos.
A canvas repeatedly slashed, A national treasure ruined beyond repair…. Some fear the repair has ruined the painting. Questions raised: why it took so long, cost so much.
Tickling a Fish
Reply
tickle by Caroline – flickr creative commons
Being diagnosed with two cancers was like being thrown into a tornado. One minute everything is fine, the next: terror. Continue reading
Leap Day
Gallery
This gallery contains 1 photo.
I’ve been asked, What will you do with the wee extra bit of time granted – this extra day ? What I know is that the dishes still need to be done, the mortgage paid, the dog walked, the … Continue reading
Break Up Letter
Gallery
This gallery contains 1 photo.
Dear Life: Yeah, I can’t quite leave you, can I? I tried, but It’s sort of a “love/hate” relationship we have, Isn’t it? I just wanted to do things my own way. Just wanted what I wanted, but you had … Continue reading
The Eric Donohue Report
Gallery
This gallery contains 1 photo.
“Tuesday, I ran into an old friend who said ‘I thought you were dead.’ I didn’t know what to say. A few things came to mind: ‘Not yet’ ‘Sorry?’ ‘Thank you.’ What I arrived at… and in plenty of time… … Continue reading
Longing and Belonging
Gallery
This gallery contains 1 photo.
My body and I, we embrace as longtime lovers; our betrayals squeezed between us like a jealous dog. The longer we hold each other, the farther apart we stand, until fingertips barely touching, we are nearly out of each others’ … Continue reading
Second Chance
Photo credit:
Kurt Bauschardt
My cat opens her sinewy jaws and releases a still-living chickadee into the rafters of my home. A day like any day, flitting about, white wing tips flick-flick-flicking, “tit tit” calls amongst the flock – until BAM! Fetid carnivorous fangs closed on her neck. Continue reading
Dance Partner
Photo credit: David Dodge
Ahhhhh, Death. Here we are you and I, best friends forever.
SweetSpotTruthteller 