They take our temperature and we go in. Wait, let me backup. We don’t BOTH go in, just me. My husband is asked to wait in the car until my blood is drawn. They tell him they will text when it’s time for me to see the doc. Welcome to the latest waiting room pandemic …
“Don't Be A Drag, Participate Clams On The Half Shell And Roller-Skates, Roller-Skates” I’m floating across the smooth floor, going round and round in a giant oval. I’m wearing my 'San Francisco Riding Gear' flare-legged jeans, purple spaghetti- strap tank-top, Bubblegum Lip Potion sticky on my lips, my wild red hair in a giant pony …
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My husband puts his keys on the table after coming in from work. I bee-line straight to him, immediately burying my head in his chest. “You’re all done, babe! How did it go?” he gently asks with a smile in his voice, referring to the last of my six and half weeks of my daily …
verb | ˈrādēˌāt | 1 [with object] emit (energy, especially light or heat) in the form of rays or waves: the hot stars radiate energy. • [no object, with adverbial of direction] (of light, heat, or other energy) be emitted in the form of rays or waves: the continual stream of energy that radiates from …
I lie on the hard surface of the table, arms placed awkwardly above my head. A voice piped into the room tells me to take a deep breath and hold. As I do this, I smile inside, because I remember it’s April 1st. I can’t actually smile because I have my mouth around a strange …
You take the good You take the bad You take them both And there you have The facts of life If you are of a certain age, you remember the theme song to a sitcom called “The Facts of Life”. Naturally, my favorite character was Jo. I mean, how can you not love a rebel …
In 19 days I’ll close my eyes and wake up with no boobs. Like literally NO BOOBS. I will be flatter than a tabby stretched across a glass table.
I do my hair toss Check my nails Baby how you feelin'? Feeling good as hell -Lizzo I have no hair left to toss, my fingernails and toenails are too wrecked to check, but baby, I’m feelin’ good as hell. Today, January 31st marks exactly 6 months since my diagnosis of Invasive Lobular Carcinoma in …
“Hey! How are you?” Dodges hug. “How are you feeling?” Goes for a fist bump. That’s now my response for anyone trying to show me physical affection. I feel like such a dick for not being able to hug people. For not letting them envelop me with love. But I made myself a promise: no …
My husband held my hand. We sat side by side waiting for the news. We both eyed the nurse as she took her seat behind what seemed to be exceptionally large desk. She could see our angst. It was written across the two of us like a neon billboard. “You have breast cancer”. I looked …
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