Oncologist

I walked through the glass door with my heart in my throat. It is an automated response to this place. My pulse rate increases as I try to find an empty chair. Once a cancer patient, always a cancer patient. I am the only woman with hair today; thin though it is, it’s better than … Continue reading Oncologist

Teamwork!

There are three of us. We are a team. From the beginning, we rallied ourselves for the long haul that dementia would inviably bring. It has been every bit as difficult as we thought it would be. We are storm weathered, battered, and exhausted, but we still have each other and that makes all the … Continue reading Teamwork!

D-Day

Today is my own personal D-Day. Diagnosis Day. Seventeen years ago, my assault on the enemy began with three words, “You have cancer.” I was sucked into the vortex I call Cancerland without any training for the battle. Storming the beach without any knowledge of what to do if I made it to the shore. … Continue reading D-Day