Giddyup
I rode three horses yesterday and two today, plus mucking and mowing, and general take-care-of-the-farm work. A year ago, I
Beyond Breast Cancer
Quilting is not an Aerobic Activity
I have my legs back. My feet, too, and — almost — my hands. Two weeks short of switching (some
Caretaking Hope
I don’t want to do it anymore. I don’t want to take that daily little pill to help my body
Cancerversary
I couldn’t find this in my cancer tour guide book; the section on how to determine your cancer-free landmark. It is an important
The Worthy Lens
A friend called me up today to see how I was doing in the aftermath of my bolt from
Emotional Latitude
We’ve been traveling some steep emotional waves of late. Saying “we” is only true because I include us by our
Showing Promise
I am grateful for this new year. I am grateful to be alive, to be sitting at this desk beneath
Pony Up
There is this thing I do with the horses. Most of the time, they roam as a herd sharing —
Stitched Together
I am keeping track and can now count on one hand the number of days until my next surgery. I
“Just Is”
“Just is”– my new motto. I would have it tattooed on some part of my body if I were brave
A Vegan’s Nightmare
Wednesday afternoons are reserved for my weekly doctor’s appointment. I clean off the sweat and dirt of a morning spent
Just Jump
What do you want to be when you grow up? Me, I wanted to be a therapist — a child therapist,
Keeper of the Flame
I am sitting upright now, a thing I haven’t been doing much of these last few days. Surgery on Tuesday went
Finding Jubilee
Three months, give or take. I am, in a distance measured by time, three months down the road from the diagnosis and surgery
Piece Work
I am learning to quilt. Well actually, until just this moment, I have been devoted to learning about quilting.
Back in the Saddle
I started riding again, which is true if you think of riding in very loose terms. It wasn’t hard. It also was not
Sixteen
Two weeks ago we met with our oncologist and I mean that in the very personal and possessive sense of
Recuperating with Dogs
Life goes on. How utterly simple and confounding. The essential acts of waking and sleeping and being (relatively) alive and conscious will
Normal Days
I have only lost “normal” to the extent that I thought that I “had” normal in the first place. I do not want my past life back. I do not want it, because it is not mine to have. I want the life I have now, this present moment.
Turn the Truck Around
Fear can take up a lot of room, if given even half a chance. In spite of your mighty efforts at optimism,
