PET/CT Results and the Pesky Met

Many of you are aware that I had a PET/CT last Friday and I really appreciate all the calls and texts and the lovely flowers I got in the mail -- I'm so appreciative of the support that surrounds me, near and far! As many of you totally get, the lead up to scans is … Continue reading PET/CT Results and the Pesky Met

Modesty, A Collaboration

Recently, I had to disrobe completely for a scan. I was already wearing a hospital gown that I'd been given after I tried to stay in my own clothes for said scan. There were three people in the room, two women and a man, all radiology techs and all looking straight at me before, during … Continue reading Modesty, A Collaboration

Silver Linings

I use this term a lot and spend a lot of time looking for silver linings now that I'm in the middle of dealing with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC). From doing a little research, I found this historical source of the term from 1634: John Milton coined the phrase 'silver lining':Was I deceived, … Continue reading Silver Linings

4th Cancerversary

Amazingly enough, today marks four (4) years, forty-eight (48) months, two hundred and eight (208) weeks, one thousand four hundred sixty (1,460) days, thirty-five thousand forty hours (35,040), two million one hundred two thousand four hundred (2,102,400) minutes, and one hundred twenty-six million one hundred forty-four thousand (126,144,000) seconds since I was told "you have … Continue reading 4th Cancerversary

IV Our Lives

I've written before about the play that Dr. Andrew Silver at Mercer University has written based on interviews of men and women living with Stage IV Metastatic Breast Cancer (MBC). I had the honor of reading Anya Silver's poetry in the first reading of the play back in Washington DC pre-Covid, in October of 2019. … Continue reading IV Our Lives

#PullUpaSeat

As many of you know, I'm white and my husband is black. Before I met Elliot, I didn't understand much about the experience of those who are black in our country. Elliot (and his family) have taught me so much about race and the experience of those who are not white in our country. After … Continue reading #PullUpaSeat

“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light”

I love poetry. Poets grant to all of us a rare glimpse into words and word images that provoke an echo or perhaps a shared understanding or maybe an epiphany. To read a poem is to become part of it. To immerse oneself in that poem is to be transformed. To be transformed is to … Continue reading “Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light”