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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.
A Safe Distance
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Mastectomy: Another Kind of Damage by Erica Sternin
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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
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Being diagnosed with two cancers was like being thrown into a tornado. One minute everything is fine, the next: terror. Continue reading
Alchemy by Erica Sternin
The part of me that was once moist,
The ground where the spring wells
Through the Earth – That part of me –
Gone… She’s a dried up mud flat,
Cracked hard pan.
Croning – is not juicy. Not moist.
More like hammered steel: forged, flattened, and
Wicked strong.
Leap Day
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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
Left Breast by Erica Sternin
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Flaccid, professionally palpated twice a year, searching for tumors, It is stroked rhythmically, as needed, To sweep pooled lymph fluid toward a new delta. The nipple dares not responds to pleasure. With indrawn breath, it lays low, shrinking from the … Continue reading
A Reflection on Mary Oliver’s ‘Herons in Winter in the Frozen Marsh’
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Hunkered in the frozen marsh, trapped in winter, in congealing mud, I waited. I assumed the subsequent meal, that there would be a reward for my persistence. My reward.
Food + Creativity
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My nickname is McGyver and I’m not much of a cook, so this isn’t going to be a cooking story.
Sugar Hag
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There’s no freedom in food. I’m locked in to my desires, ripped like a piece of fabric between the cravings and the need for sustenance. Sugar is my mistress, brandishing a black licorice whip, astride a pink cupcake
The Hug
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The week after my first chemotherapy treatment I was working again at the front desk, the “Info” desk, at the library.
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