Words Matter

FOUR DAYS LEFT (part 1).

FOUR DAYS LEFT (part 1). My rules and regulations are so bizarre. Words are pouring out of me. I can’t stop thinking about new entries, new forms o...

FIVE DAYS LEFT

FIVE DAYS LEFT The door blasted open after a brief knock, “I’m sorry to interrupt… insurance card and id, please,” hand out with eighties acrylic m...

SIX DAYS LEFT

SIX DAYS LEFT Yesterday was like breast cancer Christmas. This is the odd, but extremely lovely thing about breast cancer; friends and total strang...

CLARITY ON ANN

CLARITY ON ANN BOX OF WINE happened before LETTER TO ANN. This may seem surprising as a friend of mine thought that the opening lines of BOX OF WIN...

SEVEN DAYS LEFT

SEVEN DAYS LEFT Getting down to the wire now. Met with the plastic surgeon yesterday to review any additional questions I may have. There are parts...

EIGHT DAYS LEFT

EIGHT DAYS LEFT “Do you know the codes they are using?” the woman at Blue Cross asked me like this was a perfectly normal question. The only reason...

NINE DAYS LEFT

NINE DAYS LEFT Thank God for therapy. Thank God even more for my therapist. She is home recovering from surgery and still offered me an appointment...

TEN DAYS LEFT

TEN DAYS LEFT Fingers resting at the keyboard, I ponder these three words knowing that the next ten days will mysteriously accelerate. Today, actua...

THE CHANGING ROOM

THE CHANGING ROOM Did she say opening in the front or opening in the back? Mmmmm. This wasn’t my first rodeo so I took a gamble and assumed the ope...

IF I HADN’T

IF I HADN’T If I hadn’t had a mammogram, I wouldn’t have gotten a biopsy. I wouldn’t have known about DCIS called 0 stage. If I hadn’t had a lumpec...

VIVA LA BEACH

VIVA LA BEACH We walk past each other in our hats, skirts, shorts, dresses, and tanned skin, waves crashing at our feet, white quartz sand beneath ...

BOX OF WINE

BOX OF WINE The subject line read like this: “NOTHING.” Then the email. “I’d prefer you never contact me again,” The first two words that came to m...