Fingers on My Breast, Questions on My Mind
While my doctor’s fingers massaged my breasts and cradled my hard, almond-sized lump, we had a peculiar conversation. She was from the...
The Luck of the Draw
Through the unlikeliest of circumstances, I found myself in a first class seat on a flight to Guatemala this week. They actually served...
Teaching an Old Drug New Tricks: The Role of Ketamine in Depression and Breast Cancer
“No fresh flowers,” my doctor said. “Avoid salad. No uncooked food. And don’t bring visitors home.” Treatment for breast cancer took...
Short, Striped & Revealing: the Worst New Year's Eve Dress Ever
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...
Breast Cancer Stole My Bling
I missed that ring. And even though I told myself it didn't matter, it did.
I Wouldn't Give My Right Arm
I’m pretty good at handling cosmic injustices – cancer, two burned down houses, my mom’s Alzheimer’s, and my dad’s Myasthenia Gravis. My...
Gary Buys a Sandwich
A baby carrot crossed my threshold. Let’s face it: carrots aren’t supposed to look like that – perfect identical oblong shapes prone to...
The Dodgers, Big Bolts, Breast Cancer, and Me
After the fifth inning, I found myself caught off guard. I’d just gone to the kitchen to make popcorn, and when I came back, fifty...
Glass Half Empty
I crammed myself into a middle seat, a heavy set lady on one side and a talkative gentleman on the other. It was all too late by the time...
Don't Let Five Bucks Cost You a Dream
“If you don’t have paint, use food coloring,” my art professor said. I’d never heard of it, but it was a relief. I was seventeen years...
