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Musings, Observations, Food, Fun, Travel & People I Meet
August 31, 2019
It’s that time of year.
I fly to the other side of the state, make my way to the hospital from the airport, and step into the meditation room for a moment of reflection before checking in.
It’s a small room on the first floor. After the angst of leaving my family, the craziness of parking, and the grit of the city, this room is a soft landing.
I heave open its thick, church-like door and take in the shift. Noise gives way to quiet. My eyes adjust to diffused lighting, and the only...
July 31, 2019
A new technology called cryotherapy might help you avoid chemo.
July 16, 2019
It is the nature of serious illness to leave questions unanswered. The blonde in the waiting room is one of them.
May 7, 2019
My family and I stopped to look at art this week. While we wandered around sculptures, someone smashed the window of our truck and stole our stuff: all three passports, two cameras, and lots of clothes, but most devastatingly, they got my laptop. The book I’ve been working on and countless sketches of stories, columns, op-ed pieces, snippets of poetry – my body of work such that it is – all gone.
I remember when our family’s coin-op laundromat got bumped twice within a two-week peri...
April 10, 2019
“Could I have some water?” Gary bent his head closer. Apparently, my husband couldn’t hear me. I couldn’t remember ever being so thirsty, and I felt too weak to talk.
We were in the Emergency Room because I had neutropenic fever, a condition that happens sometimes after chemo when a high fever indicates a low white blood cell count. It’s serious and can quickly become deadly. Gary had called Stanford at the first sign of my spiking fever, and he was told to get to my local ER.
“It has...
March 5, 2019
The hardest part of cancer? That’s a loaded question, but telling my kid about it ranks up there at the top of that list. Lauren had just turned ten when my husband and I found a lump in my breast. A few days later, an oncologist predicted I had three months to live. “We have to tell her,” Gary said. I wanted another day, just one more before we had to rock her world. But eventually, I did it, and if you have to do it too, here’s my advice:
1. Get Your Head Together
Before I talk...
February 27, 2019
While my doctor’s fingers massaged my breasts and cradled my hard, almond-sized lump, we had a peculiar conversation. She was from the Bay Area but traveled to tiny Lakeport for a brief assignment.
My husband and I discovered the lump the previous evening in a surprising, romance-busting moment. “I’ll call in the morning,” I whispered, wishing our beloved Dr. Kirk hadn’t switched from his private practice to the VA Hospital.
In rural America, it can be hard to get a good doctor. We r...
January 30, 2019
“No fresh flowers,” my doctor said. “Avoid salad. No uncooked food. And don’t bring visitors home.”
Treatment for breast cancer took the better part of a year, and a lot of that time, I spent alone. No wonder cancer sometimes comes with depression.
I had chemotherapy for sixteen weeks, and after each session, my white blood cell count dropped dangerously low. It’s a side effect called neutropenic fever, and it nearly took my life. Chemo saved me, but it almost killed me in the proc...
January 15, 2019
On New Year’s Eve, I put on a gown.
A short blue and white striped number, it tied at the waist and opened in the front. My little get-up wasn’t a slinky party dress to ring in the new year but more “standard issue” for the place where I found myself that New Years Eve Day.
What's more is that there was another woman in the room wearing the exact same outfit.
After my husband found the hard-as-a-rock, walnut-sized lump in my right breast, I took the first available appointment for...