I see you

I wave at people when I drive by. It doesn’t matter where I am, in or out of my neighborhood, but if our eyes meet, I wave. Mostly they wave back, but sometimes they don’t. Sometimes they look at me with a puzzled look, as if because we don’t know one another we shouldn’t be acknowledging each other. That’s what… Continue reading

Are you happy?

Are you happy? It is a tough question, isn’t it? It sounds like it should be simple, like a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ should roll off the tongue with barely any thought, but doesn’t. We end up paused in what amounts to useless thought, goaded by impromptu panic at the thought that we have paused to think about a question that… Continue reading

Time to put on high topped sneakers

The weeks are drifting by. My doctor said the twelve weeks of weekly Taxol treatments would go by quickly, and now here I am just past the half-way point. Seven down, five to go; they are marching by, hustling me forward toward an inevitable end date to my chemo and the need for me to focus on something new, like surgery. Ah yes, a date… Continue reading

Hair, hair, hair, or not

Losing my hair is another phase of this adventure that I have embraced with gusto. I have been able to do things that I can honestly say were never on my radar before cancer. Let’s face it, hair is an accoutrement that most spend a good deal of time on. Men and women alike dye it, perm it, iron it, style… Continue reading