A new-found sense of self

The other day I opened the door to the ladies’ room at work to find a young gal facing me. She was about to open it from the other side. We spent a few seconds with the prerequisite looks of surprise, before she smiled sheepishly and said, “Sorry.”  I ushered her out as I walked in, my mind buzzing in… Continue reading

It’s like it never happened

The other day, the gal in the grocery store asked me how I was. It was an innocuous question really, something we ask one another every day without a thought. Then she followed it up with, “How are you feeling?” I knew from the look in her eyes exactly what she was asking me, and without a thought I said,… Continue reading

No guts, no glory

The worst thing about breast cancer treatment is the aftermath. I think I’m fine, getting back to some semblance of normalcy, and then suddenly I’m off balance again. At first it’s a small bobble, the warning shot over the bow, and then my vessel starts to take on water. No amount of bailing seems to help as some unseen force… Continue reading